Asleep in Union Square

HE dreamed he took the road again,
Up Bald Fowl Mountain’s back,
Between the cobbles, Fox and Hen,
And through the Hollow black,
Where the loud floods of Roaring Ben
Came down the Peaktown track.
In dreams he walked the Peaktown street,
And heard the floods of Ben
The slow and shallow river meet
Below the saphouse glen,
Whence faint his mother’s bugle sweet
Called home his father’s men.