Cortlandt W. Sayres

“Bankrupt"One midnight, deep in starlight still,I dreamed that I received this bill:(- - - - IN ACCOUNT WITH LIFE - - - -):Five thousand breathless dawns all new;Five thousand flowers fresh in dew;Five thousand sunsets wrapped in gold;One-million snow-flakes served ice-cold;Five quiet friends; one baby's love;One white-mad sea with clouds above;One hundred music-haunted dreamsOf moon-drenched roads and hurrying streams;Of prophesying winds, and trees;Of silent stars and browsing bees;One June night in a fragrant wood;One heart that loved and understood.I wondered when I waked at day,How—how in God's name—I could pay!”