Shapes and Shadows — Dreams

DREAMS.

My thoughts have borne me far away To Beauties of an older day, Where, crowned with roses, stands the DAWN, Striking her seven-stringed barbiton Of flame, whose chords give being to The seven colours, hue for hue;

The music of the colour-dream She builds the day from, beam by beam.

My thoughts have borne me far away To Myths of a diviner day, Where, sitting on the mountain, NOON Sings to the pines a sun-soaked tune Of rest and shade and clouds and skies, Wherein her calm dreams idealize Light as a presence, heavenly fair, Sleeping with all her beauty bare.

My thoughts have borne me far away To Visions of a wiser day, Where, stealing through the wilderness, NIGHT walks, a sad-eyed votaress, And prays with mystic words she hears Behind the thunder of the spheres, The starry utterance that's hers, With which she fills the Universe.