Running Out of Dreams Some say the gods deny men their dreams Lest they fill them all and dream no more. But what of the poets? By the time all has been sung About sunrise and sunset, seedtime and harvest, The sun will be a cinder and the earth will be no more And if there are still poets then They will sing to us of Whatever has taken the place Of the old things that have passed away. -- Thomas G. Digby First Draft 12:21 09/02/2001