Some dreamer wakes to feel a load of care
Pressed back upon his memory, and hastes
To close his eyes, that he may cast it off,
And dream once more of happiness and hope.
Like molten lead along the sullen sky,
Gray clouds hung drooping, for the summer wind
Seemed frozen, and its restless wing was dead.
Strong, swift, and chainless as some maddening thought,
There came the spirit of a change, which seemed
To wave aloft the banner and the sword