Little waking hour of life out of sleep! 
When I consider the many million years 
I was not yet, and the many million years 
I shall not be, it is easy to think of the sleep 
I shall sleep for the second time without hopes or fears. 
Surely my sleep for the million years was deep? 
I remember no dreams from the million years, and it seems 
I may sleep for as many million years without dreams.
Epilogue
written byArthur Symons
© Arthur Symons





