MUSIC AND SLEEP.

By Madison Julius Cawein

These have a life that hath no part in death;

These circumscribe the soul and make it strong;

Between the breathing of a dream and song,

Building a world of beauty in a breath.

Unto the heart the voice of this one saith

Ideals, its emotions live among;

Unto the mind the other speaks a tongue

Of visions, where the guess, we christen faith,

May face the fact of immortality —

As may a rose its unembodied scent,

Or star its own reflected radiance.

We do not know these save unconsciously.

To whose mysterious shadows God hath lent

No certain shape, no certain countenance.