The Hollow Men by William Blake

A Scarecrow with his Head of Straw
Is fill'd with Nothing evermore.
The Blind Man's dreams are full at Night
Of those in Heaven still with Sight.
The Dullard wakening to Despair
Has Thoughts composed of empty Air.
The Fools that by a Cactus pray
Shall never kiss at break of Day.
The Crowd upon the hopeless Beach
See Rose & Star they ne'er can reach.
He who hears the Five Bells chime
Shall chant a final Nursery Rhyme.
A Shadow falling here and there
Defeats Man's Memory of Prayer.
A quiet not a violent Noise
Proves the end of this World's Joyes.

From Send-Up