I dreamed a domèd city in the gloom,
with colonnades and balustrades and towers,
whose shadows hid a harbinger of doom
that laughed at heaven, mocked all earthly powers.
I dreamed a tented city by the shore,
with pennants gleaming in the morning sun ‒
a monument to what has gone before,
a vision of the cancer that's to come.
I dreamed Jerusalem encased in ice,
Byzantium and Babylon aflame ‒
their fates decided by the tumbling dice,
all martyrs to the gods' eternal game.
I dreamed in sepia, dreamed in black-and-white.
I dreamed of spires burning in the night.
The Professor's Dream - C R Cockerell