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That was a curious dream; I thought the three
   Great planets that are drawing near the sun
   With such unerring certainty begun
To talk together in a mighty glee.
They spoke of vast convulsions which would be
   Throughout the solar system—the rare fun
   Of watching haughty stars drop, one by one,
And vanish in a seething vapour sea.

I thought I heard them comment on the earth—
   That small dark object—doomed beyond a doubt.
   They wondered if live creatures moved about
Its tiny surface, deeming it of worth.
   And then they laughed—’twas such a singing shout
That I awoke and joined too in their mirth.