If I slept awhile, without number
Came the dreams, and I had not the grace
Of the shade of a shadow of slumbe
I fell in descent from reason steep,
In consciousness pale disgrace;
There was a fall half-senseless and deep
And I woke with a start from sleep
        For I struck the bottom of spac
        And I woke to the clocks's possession
                Of night with its monotone,
        Chuckling a meaning past its obsession, 
                Maniacally lon