Goaded and harassed in the factory <br />That tears our life up into bits of days <br />Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, <br />Shredding our portion of Eternity, <br />We break away at last, and steal the key <br />Which hides a world empty of hours; ways <br />Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays <br />The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy. <br />Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun, <br />Scorching against the blue flame of the sky. <br />Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine <br />Within a granite basin, under one <br />The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I <br />Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-matrix/
