Wake me not yet with shrill compelling bell !
I would in dreams remain, untouched by care,
Safe in a haven where no fears intrude.
Sleep cabins me, a creature in a shell,
Curled as a hibernating beast in lair,
Unconscious of the strain, the instincts crude
Of restless greed that would make heaven a hell,
That vaunts man’s conquest and ignores his prayer,
And destines him to soulless solitude.
If to awake means I must fight as well,
Climbing upon men’s shoulders for a place
Where fame and wealth anticipate desire.
I would for ever sleep and turn my face
To the far hills lit with unearthly fire !
Weekly Times 12.10.62