Weird Tales/Volume 36/Issue 8/The Dead World

by Clarence Edwin Flynn

The Dead World

By Clarence Edwin Flynn

Silent and blind, around the sun,
Its cold, unconscious course is spun,
Passive, by cosmic forces hurled
—This dead thing that was once a world.

The grass was green upon its face.
The flowers bloomed in every place.
With song and labor it was gay
In every field, on every way.

One day it yielded up its pride.
Its hope and aspiration died.
Then life, and love of life were gone.
Now its pale corpse spins on and on.