New Worlds for Old

THE world that ended yesterday
Was very old and sad;
We did not wish for it to stay,
Yet it was all we had.

No other world we had at all,
And that was poor enough;
It was a lonely spinning ball
That vanished at a puff.

And when the curtains blew aside
And wide the window stood,
We thought of that old world that died
And knew that it was good.

Now bring, my men, the new world in,
That is so rich and rare,
And set it down and let it spin
Upon the table there;

But if there is no world, alack,
And we must all go mad,
Then let us have the old world back,
For it was all we had.

We threw that other world away,
The serving man replies;
For night was coming in the day
And blotting out the skies;

The stars all blew up with a bang,
The seas ran up the shore,
And so we let the world go hang —
And now we have no more.