Dawson's Dream
Open shafts in “Golden Gully”—open shafts that gape like sin—
Shaped like funnels at the surface where the sides have fallen in;
Blue-gray saplings stand amongst them—and the Past broods everywhere—
And the coarse grass and the bushes hide each grisly danger there.
From the Peak above the Gully, dark beneath its granite cap,
Reigns the Empress Melancholy, when the night climbs to the Gap. . . .
Shaped like funnels at the surface where the sides have fallen in;
Blue-gray saplings stand amongst them—and the Past broods everywhere—
And the coarse grass and the bushes hide each grisly danger there.
From the Peak above the Gully, dark beneath its granite cap,
Reigns the Empress Melancholy, when the night climbs to the Gap. . . .
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