Part 3 — A Visit to Shadow Land

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Bright as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. Shakespeare.

There's a crushing and a crashing—there's a flaring and a flashing, There's a rushing and a dashing, as if crowds were hurrying by— There's a screaming and a shouting, as a multitude was routing, And phantom forms were flouting the blackness of the sky, And in mockery their voices are lifted wild and high, As they lilt a merry measure while they fly. J. L. Forrest.