I Dreamt (No "Dream" Awake-A Dream Indeed) A Wrathful Man Was Talking In The Park: "Where Are The Higher Powers, Who Know Our Need And Leave Us In The Dark? "There Are No Higher Powers; There Is No Heart In God, No Love"-His Oratory Here, Taking The Paupers' And The Cripples' Part, Was Broken By A Tear. And Then It Seemed That One Who Did Create Compassion, Who Alone Invented Pity, Walked, As Though Called, In At That North-East Gate, Out From The Muttering City; Threaded The Little Crowd, Trod The Brown Grass, Bent O'Er The Speaker Close, Saw The Tear Rise, And Saw Himself, As One Looks In A Glass, In Those Impassioned Eyes.