When Hope in the human heart dies

 Dawn is a hopeless glimmer of light -
A futile run and routine of the Sun, 

Dull to eyes it's dazzle in the skies

When hope in the human heart dies.

The fields emerald and dancing brooks

And the regal peacock have a pallid look

The Earth's clad in her mourning guise 

When Hope in the human heart dies.

*****

An age has lapsed:
The moment of Truth has come and gone!

Almost Earth gasped,

Then resumed her tardy rolling on

And on and on and on...

Methought a wish

had come true - as if a shooting star,

From the bluish

Haze of the bejewell'd night, far

Stretching, stretching till Dawn,

had fallen down down down...