Shapes & Shadows by Madison Cawein — Read

When my old heart was young, my dear, / The Earth and Heaven were so near / That in my dreams I oft could hear / The steps of unseen races; / In woodlands, where bright waters ran, / On hills, GOD'S rainbows used to span, / I followed voices not of man, / And smiled in spirit faces.

Now my old heart is old, my sweet, / No longer Earth and Heaven meet; / All Life is grown to one long street / Where fact with fancy clashes; / The voices now that speak to me / Are prose instead of poetry: / And in the faces now I see / Is less of flame than ashes.