There is an eye, there was a slit.
Nights walk, and confer on him fear.
The strangler tree, the dancing mouse
confound his vision; then they loosen it.
Henry widens. How did Henry House
himself ever come here?
Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent
when loth at landfall soft I leave.
The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe,
shout commands I never heard.
They march about, dying & absurd.
Toddlers are taking over. O
ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge
on a weary-daring man.
This could refer to the fact that were all soldiers. As soldiers tend to go through a great deal of suffering, it’s a safe assumption that all three of them were very stressed. 
 (Found on biographies about each poet.)
Dream Song 12 Sabbath