NEMESIS 377 
THE SLEEPING-CAR 
Czlum non animum mutant. 
WE lie with senses lulled and still 
*Twixt dream and thought, ’twixt night and 
day, 
While smoke and steam their office fill 
To bear our prostrate forms away. 
The stars, the clouds, the mountains, all 
Glide by us through the midnight deep ; 
The names of slumbering cities fall 
Like feathers from the wings of sleep. 
Till at the last, in morning light, 
Beneath an alien sky we stand ; 
Vast spaces traversed in a night ; 
Another clime, another land. 
NEMESIS 
THE stern processional ascends the steep 
Of high Olympus, and the kings of song 
With ceaseless note the antiphony prolong 
Of those who robe in sackcloth. Sad and deep 
Their voices who the unchecked remembrance 
keep 
