I wake to dew; I know the world’s been crying –
We cover all that up with lights, and noise —
Distractions we’ve no trouble in supplying,
Surrounded by our pageantry, and toys —

For every day’s an endless night to someone;
And dreams lie choked, forgotten, in the grass —
I know the world’s been crying, that’s for certain:
With tears turned into bars of
Wire glass