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Epigram On A Metaphoric Dream Of A Possible Future
Long dead men's names illegible on broken stones;
and in the dessiscated valley, only desperate groans
of dying winds: where danced the Muses once, old crones---
toothless, with tongues tripping on mispronunciations,
invoke the foulest blasphemies with imprecations,
cause and effect in ghastly terms that are Damnation's.
The dream looked gray and played in eerie, minor tones.
