Dream’d of fantastic worlds and fairy realms.
And now, in sleep, Maremna dreams again,
But dreams no more of elves and laughing sprites.
Hers, though a dream, is stern reality,
Mingled with visions of a future day;
Hers is a dream of hideous, living wrong,
Wrong which ’tis woman’s duty to proclaim
And man’s to right, and right right speedily,
Or crush the form of justice underfoot.
Maremna sleeps,