Was it a dream?nWas it in Hell?nWhat is the difference?nI scarcely can tellnIs it just InOr the worldnThat's gone mad?nThis Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had...nnMourning for somethingnSomething I've never knownnI Search for a headstonenA Plot with a markernBut what did I findnIn time?nNothing but a blindness insidenAnd golden birds in the clouds of my eyesnnThen a ghostly waif did arrivenAnd demanded:nWho will love or listen to me now?nWhat lost urchin searches for my poor disfigured ghost?nnAnd so a Grave I did findnIn timenNot one of the deadnBut voices echoing in my headnThey said:nnStanding condemnednThe trial commencednNone to defend her and no evidencenVaguely aware Of her hands in their chainsnHeedless of all that the chamber containednnThe sentence was passednThe barristers laughednWhen they had killed her they cut her in halfnnWithin this august engine's powernTo vindicate or to devournAs armies march and temples towernnWhen golden birds flewnOut from her severed halvesnThey trapped them to sell to the gathered riff-raffnnAll the ghosts had gone unnoticed therenThey hauntednEvery corner of the court andnOutside in the square they waitednnGolden feathers now in their tin cagesnWaving farewell to the shades as they brought her tonnThis place where only memories can breathenShe sits sewn together and scarcely bereavednUnheard she sings an unearthly lamentnAnd no one on earth seems to know where she went