DREAMS

And so life passed. I lived from year to year

With shadows, the strong warders of desire;

I learned through them to seek the golden fire

That hides itself in Song's bright hemisphere.

Through them I grew full of imaginings,

I made strange pictures, conjured images

From my deep longings; wrote the passages

Of life inwrought with half-glad wonderings.

For who can know a majesty of peace,

That wanders, ever waiting for a voice

To say to him, “Behold, at last surcease

Of thy unrest has come, therefore, rejoice”?

Here set I down some dreams that come again,

Almost forgotten in my higher gain.