One night, as dreaming on my bed I lay,
I saw the whole world die and pass away.

Young men and old, true lover and fair maid
Passed, in an endless passing, unafraid.

And as they went, each to his radiant home,
They hailed me after, calling to me, ‘Come!’

Some sought a land of living light, where none
Remembers more the shining of the sun.

Some sought a land of living light, and there
Longed for the dark, to hide their bright despair.

At last I lay upon the ground alone.
No voice; the empty silence cried, ‘Begone!’

Then I arose and turned about to flee.
On either hand there was no place for me.

The shining ones said sadly, ‘All too late!
None enter Heaven but through the narrow gate.’

The fiery ones said sadly, ‘All too fast!
There is nOneed of Hell, while Earth shall last.’