When Half AsleepBetween waking and sleeping come strange im- pressions, With queer nothings that creep in. stealing our senses, When the Weird and Grotesque are holding their sessions, And have laid on the table place, moods and tenses. Mystic time is it, then, when common sense ceases, And our fancies are vague, too vague, to be spoken; At the moment in which our thoughts fall to pieces, And float in our minds, dismembered and broken. What is not and what is then change their true places, And our feelings take form, our fancies take color; While vagaries abound, inswathed in rare graces And delusion grows rosy, as reason grows duller. __John Edward Everett. |
Quillings in Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center, Kansas: ___. 1912)
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