Author Information
WHEN I WOKE THE WORLD CAME TO BE
WHEN I WOKE THE WORLD CAME TO BE
When I woke the world came to be;
Birds and rain like you read in a book
In the countryside and on the crowd,
Reptile rapscallions with lizard’s licks,
Gypsies, tramps and thieves afoot,
The skyward ceiling dispelled,
An English breakfast upon my table,
Of scones and jam and Darjeeling tea,
While the world I dreamed came to be;
Lacking nothing in the domain of madness,
Where the prominent veined rivers roared
Toward the sea dispelled and upward cloud
Rains down again with birds and breakfast
Of scones and jam and Darjeeling tea
Who could dream of such a world but me?
