THE CRYSTAL DREAMER

By Frederic Manning

Sweet white mother of rose-white dreams,

Through my windows the song of birds pours in

And the sunlight on to my table streams.

As a clear globe prisons the golden light,

So I prison the dreams you shed on me,

Sweet white mother of dreams rose-white.

In a crystal globe I prison all things:

Sound is frozen to silence there;

Cover me over with wide white wings,

Prison my life in thy crystal sphere,

As a clear globe prisons the golden light,

Sweet white mother of dreams rose-white.