The End of the World

 

I had a dream on well-remembered night
Wherein we two were standing on a hill;
Alone we watched the sun go down in light
Of radiant glory, and the world was still.
We saw the waters rise, full, threatening, black,
Creeping relentlessly to where we stood.
We could but watch, we could not wander back,
For wheresoe’er we gazed, there lay the flood.
You said to me, “The end of the old world
“Has come at last. Goodbye, dear friend, goodbye!”
We stood in that last silence where still swirled
The rising waters. Then I woke, and I
Remembered your last look, the words you said,
Upon that bitter morn I saw you dead!

22. 3. 1928

Fifty-eighth sonnet