Which Was Dream?
Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic
Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic
Suggested by an ancient Chinese classic
I thought that I dreamed a dream one night—That I was a moth on a joyous flight,Under a sky the west wind cools,Over a sky of fields and pools.Like a tinted leaf in the wind content,Over a wonderful world I went:Over a valley with wavering wingMy shadow flew like a startled thing.On through the waters spread below,I saw my delicate phantom go—On, till a flash, and that bright world broke,And I was a man at a sudden stroke!And now a wonder is on my heartOf that world that went at a sudden start—Of this world that came at a stroke of hand,Hung under stars at some high command!For now I never can surely knowWhether in deed or in dream I go;Whether I was in that other skyOnly a dream-moth straying by;Or whetherthatworld was the world of truthAndthisone only a dream forsooth;Whether perchance for a little spanA moth is not dreaming itself a man!
I thought that I dreamed a dream one night—That I was a moth on a joyous flight,Under a sky the west wind cools,Over a sky of fields and pools.Like a tinted leaf in the wind content,Over a wonderful world I went:Over a valley with wavering wingMy shadow flew like a startled thing.On through the waters spread below,I saw my delicate phantom go—On, till a flash, and that bright world broke,And I was a man at a sudden stroke!And now a wonder is on my heartOf that world that went at a sudden start—Of this world that came at a stroke of hand,Hung under stars at some high command!For now I never can surely knowWhether in deed or in dream I go;Whether I was in that other skyOnly a dream-moth straying by;Or whetherthatworld was the world of truthAndthisone only a dream forsooth;Whether perchance for a little spanA moth is not dreaming itself a man!
I thought that I dreamed a dream one night—That I was a moth on a joyous flight,Under a sky the west wind cools,Over a sky of fields and pools.Like a tinted leaf in the wind content,Over a wonderful world I went:Over a valley with wavering wingMy shadow flew like a startled thing.On through the waters spread below,I saw my delicate phantom go—On, till a flash, and that bright world broke,And I was a man at a sudden stroke!
I thought that I dreamed a dream one night—
That I was a moth on a joyous flight,
Under a sky the west wind cools,
Over a sky of fields and pools.
Like a tinted leaf in the wind content,
Over a wonderful world I went:
Over a valley with wavering wing
My shadow flew like a startled thing.
On through the waters spread below,
I saw my delicate phantom go—
On, till a flash, and that bright world broke,
And I was a man at a sudden stroke!
And now a wonder is on my heartOf that world that went at a sudden start—Of this world that came at a stroke of hand,Hung under stars at some high command!For now I never can surely knowWhether in deed or in dream I go;Whether I was in that other skyOnly a dream-moth straying by;Or whetherthatworld was the world of truthAndthisone only a dream forsooth;Whether perchance for a little spanA moth is not dreaming itself a man!
And now a wonder is on my heart
Of that world that went at a sudden start—
Of this world that came at a stroke of hand,
Hung under stars at some high command!
For now I never can surely know
Whether in deed or in dream I go;
Whether I was in that other sky
Only a dream-moth straying by;
Or whetherthatworld was the world of truth
Andthisone only a dream forsooth;
Whether perchance for a little span
A moth is not dreaming itself a man!