Conducted

From the persistence of dream we hear the moaning strain

The swelling song which nightmares break

When all have gone who must then remain?



All but they which to dreams are chained

Whose midnight murmurs revolutions make

From the persistence of dream we hear the moaning strain



When all is a dream, then is sleeping in vain

from our imagined darkness, wings we take

When all have gone who must then remain?



In little lines lumbering from where we have lain

From the public square to the poet’s private lake

From the persistence of dream we hear the moaning strain



It is said no man is free from the main

And so as one our minds begin to shake

When all have gone who must then remain?



We ran to bed with hopes to gain

And now without we must awake

From the persistence of dream we hear the moaning strain

When all have gone who must then remain?