My hopes, my messengers I sent
Of Time. In dream I saw them go–And thought, ‘When they come back I’ll showTo what far place I lead my friendsWhere this disastrous decade ends.’Like one in purgatory, I learnedThe loss of hope. For none returned,And long in darkening dream I lay.Then came a ghost whose warning breathGasped from an agony of death,‘No, not…