When from Cimmerian darkness breaks a light
The Atlantic bridged bursts on his ’stonished sight.
And then his mind is turned to stranger things,
As up he soars on his invented wings.
Begrimed with coal, the miner goes to rest
And sharp-drawn breaths inflate his manly chest.
Sudden, the clothes are rudely thrust aside,
His eyes with terror now stand open wide;
The roof is falling, God! the whole mine shakes!
A loud explosion, ’tis a dream, he wakes.