A Seer

"BELOW there are white-faced throngs,

Their march is a tide coming Higher;

Below there are white-faced throngs,

Their faith is a banner flung higher;

Below there are white-faced throngs,

White swords they have yet, but red songs;

Place and lot they have lost hear you not?

For a dream you once dreamed and forgot!"

"But a dream has a life of its own

The wizard seas it can cross

A dream has a life of its own

It comes like the albatross.

A dream has a life of its own,

From my feet to your feet it has flown

And you, you victorious

That wild, white thing will lose!"