Dream-Fellows

Dream-Fellows

Behind the veil that men call sleepI came upon a golden land.A golden light was in the leavesAnd on the amethystine strand.Amber and gold and emeraldThe unimaginable wood.And in a joy I could not nameBeside the emerald stream I stood.Down from a violet hill came oneRunning to meet me on the shore.I clasped his hand. He seemed to beOne I had long been waiting for.All the sweet sounds I ever heardIn his low greeting seemed to blend.His were the eyes of my true love.His was the mouth of my true friend.We spoke; and the transfigured wordsMeant more than words had ever meant.Our lips at last forgot to speak,For silence was so eloquent.We floated in the emerald stream;We wandered in the wondrous wood.His soul to me was clear as light.My inmost thought he understood.Only to be was to be glad.Life, like a rainbow, filled our eyes.In comprehending comradeshipEach moment seemed a Paradise.And often, in the after years,I and my dream-fellow were oneFor hours together in that landBehind the moon, beyond the sun.At last, in the tumultuous dreamThat men call life, I chanced to beOne day amid the city throngWhere the great piers oppose the sea.A giant ship was swinging offFor other seas and other skies.Amid the voyaging companiesI saw his face, I saw his eyes.Oh, passionately through the crowdI thrust, and then—our glances met!Across the widening gulf we gazed,With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.And all day long my heart was faintWith parting pangs and tears unwept;Till night brought comfort, for he cameTo meet me, smiling, when I slept.Beyond the veil that men call sleepWe met, within that golden land.He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.But now, more wise, we understand!“Communing in the common world,The flesh, for us, would be a bar.Strange would be our familiar speech;And earth would seem no more a star.“We’d know no more the golden leavesBeside the amethystine deep;We’d see no more each other’s thoughtBehind the veil that men call sleep!”

Behind the veil that men call sleepI came upon a golden land.A golden light was in the leavesAnd on the amethystine strand.Amber and gold and emeraldThe unimaginable wood.And in a joy I could not nameBeside the emerald stream I stood.Down from a violet hill came oneRunning to meet me on the shore.I clasped his hand. He seemed to beOne I had long been waiting for.All the sweet sounds I ever heardIn his low greeting seemed to blend.His were the eyes of my true love.His was the mouth of my true friend.We spoke; and the transfigured wordsMeant more than words had ever meant.Our lips at last forgot to speak,For silence was so eloquent.We floated in the emerald stream;We wandered in the wondrous wood.His soul to me was clear as light.My inmost thought he understood.Only to be was to be glad.Life, like a rainbow, filled our eyes.In comprehending comradeshipEach moment seemed a Paradise.And often, in the after years,I and my dream-fellow were oneFor hours together in that landBehind the moon, beyond the sun.At last, in the tumultuous dreamThat men call life, I chanced to beOne day amid the city throngWhere the great piers oppose the sea.A giant ship was swinging offFor other seas and other skies.Amid the voyaging companiesI saw his face, I saw his eyes.Oh, passionately through the crowdI thrust, and then—our glances met!Across the widening gulf we gazed,With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.And all day long my heart was faintWith parting pangs and tears unwept;Till night brought comfort, for he cameTo meet me, smiling, when I slept.Beyond the veil that men call sleepWe met, within that golden land.He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.But now, more wise, we understand!“Communing in the common world,The flesh, for us, would be a bar.Strange would be our familiar speech;And earth would seem no more a star.“We’d know no more the golden leavesBeside the amethystine deep;We’d see no more each other’s thoughtBehind the veil that men call sleep!”

Behind the veil that men call sleepI came upon a golden land.A golden light was in the leavesAnd on the amethystine strand.

Behind the veil that men call sleep

I came upon a golden land.

A golden light was in the leaves

And on the amethystine strand.

Amber and gold and emeraldThe unimaginable wood.And in a joy I could not nameBeside the emerald stream I stood.

Amber and gold and emerald

The unimaginable wood.

And in a joy I could not name

Beside the emerald stream I stood.

Down from a violet hill came oneRunning to meet me on the shore.I clasped his hand. He seemed to beOne I had long been waiting for.

Down from a violet hill came one

Running to meet me on the shore.

I clasped his hand. He seemed to be

One I had long been waiting for.

All the sweet sounds I ever heardIn his low greeting seemed to blend.His were the eyes of my true love.His was the mouth of my true friend.

All the sweet sounds I ever heard

In his low greeting seemed to blend.

His were the eyes of my true love.

His was the mouth of my true friend.

We spoke; and the transfigured wordsMeant more than words had ever meant.Our lips at last forgot to speak,For silence was so eloquent.

We spoke; and the transfigured words

Meant more than words had ever meant.

Our lips at last forgot to speak,

For silence was so eloquent.

We floated in the emerald stream;We wandered in the wondrous wood.His soul to me was clear as light.My inmost thought he understood.

We floated in the emerald stream;

We wandered in the wondrous wood.

His soul to me was clear as light.

My inmost thought he understood.

Only to be was to be glad.Life, like a rainbow, filled our eyes.In comprehending comradeshipEach moment seemed a Paradise.

Only to be was to be glad.

Life, like a rainbow, filled our eyes.

In comprehending comradeship

Each moment seemed a Paradise.

And often, in the after years,I and my dream-fellow were oneFor hours together in that landBehind the moon, beyond the sun.

And often, in the after years,

I and my dream-fellow were one

For hours together in that land

Behind the moon, beyond the sun.

At last, in the tumultuous dreamThat men call life, I chanced to beOne day amid the city throngWhere the great piers oppose the sea.

At last, in the tumultuous dream

That men call life, I chanced to be

One day amid the city throng

Where the great piers oppose the sea.

A giant ship was swinging offFor other seas and other skies.Amid the voyaging companiesI saw his face, I saw his eyes.

A giant ship was swinging off

For other seas and other skies.

Amid the voyaging companies

I saw his face, I saw his eyes.

Oh, passionately through the crowdI thrust, and then—our glances met!Across the widening gulf we gazed,With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.

Oh, passionately through the crowd

I thrust, and then—our glances met!

Across the widening gulf we gazed,

With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.

And all day long my heart was faintWith parting pangs and tears unwept;Till night brought comfort, for he cameTo meet me, smiling, when I slept.

And all day long my heart was faint

With parting pangs and tears unwept;

Till night brought comfort, for he came

To meet me, smiling, when I slept.

Beyond the veil that men call sleepWe met, within that golden land.He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.But now, more wise, we understand!

Beyond the veil that men call sleep

We met, within that golden land.

He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.

But now, more wise, we understand!

“Communing in the common world,The flesh, for us, would be a bar.Strange would be our familiar speech;And earth would seem no more a star.

“Communing in the common world,

The flesh, for us, would be a bar.

Strange would be our familiar speech;

And earth would seem no more a star.

“We’d know no more the golden leavesBeside the amethystine deep;We’d see no more each other’s thoughtBehind the veil that men call sleep!”

“We’d know no more the golden leaves

Beside the amethystine deep;

We’d see no more each other’s thought

Behind the veil that men call sleep!”


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