Carry On! — Before the Dawn

Keep thou thy dreams, intangible and dear As the blue ether of the utmost sky,-- A dream may lift thy spirit past all fear, And with the great, may set thy feet on high!

BEFORE THE DAWN

In that one darkest hour, before the dawn is here, Each soul of us goes sailing, close to the coast of Fear.

There in the windless quiet, from out the folded black, The things we have forgotten--or would forget--come back.

Old sorrows, long abandoned, or kept with lock and key, Steal from their prison places to bear us company.

All softly come our little sins--our scarlet sins--and gray, To keep with us a vigil till breaking of the day.

And there are velvet footsteps; or oft we seem to hear Light garments brush against the dark; so near--so very near!

Then heavily, as weighed by tears, each haunted moment goes, For dawn steps down the morning sky, in robes of gray and rose.

* * * * * O fairies of the forest-ring, and little men in green, And pixies of the moonlight, and elves no eye hath seen, Brew us a magic potion, of deep and fairy power, A draught of Lethe--for one night--to tide us past that hour.