With axe in hand, and the hammer, and the pick-axe over-arching.
Oh come, and break this prison, this house of yesterday!
The arras is all illusion, oh come and tear it away!
The walls are thick, and the inner rooms are such, they dismay
The heart, all crowded-with slaves, most working, some few at play.
The old dreams are beautiful, beloved, soft-toned and sure,
But worn out, they hide no more the walls they stand before.
Walled in, walled in, the whole world is a vast impure Interior,
a house of dreams where the dreamers writhe and snore. Oh come, and wake us up from the ghastly dream of to-day
We asphyxiate in a sleep of dreams, rebreathing the impure air.
For the house is shut and sealed, and the breath of the hosts is grey
As they dream corrupted dreams all poisoned with care. The ghastly dream of labour and the stench of steel and of oil.
The writhing of myriads of workmen, all dreaming they are going to be rich
And giving off their dreadful effluvia in a gasltly effort of toil
Unfinished for ever, but gasping for money as they dream and they itch. The ghasltly dream of riches, of masses of money to spend
Of walking over the faces of men like cobble-stones!
Of riding, and being envied, such envy has no end!
Of making a triuph of envy, the rich and successful ones. The whole wide world is inteior now, and we´re all shut up.
The air is all close and poisonous, it has drugged our souls, so we sleep
A sleep tha is writhing stupor, weighed dowm, so we can´t wake up.
The rich and the poor alike dreaming and writhing, all in one heap. Oh come, oh men along the railway! Oh come as men
And break the walls of possession of all the wide world!
Give us air, we cry. Oh, let us but breathe again!
Let us breathe fresh air and wake from foul dreams in which we are furled. To feel fresh air in our throats, to have fresh breath in our breasts.
To make new words with our lips, to escape the foul dream
Of having and getting and owning, the struggle which wrests
Money from out of the earth or the beast or the man, as they labour in steam. Oh, men with the axe and the pick-axe, break the walls of the filthy dream