DREAM.
I dreamt that, standing on a height,I wished to plunge me in the sea,When, lo! a spirit of peace and light,This wondrous song sang unto me:‘Await the spring! I’ll soon be here;’I’ll say, ‘Again let manhood rise!’The mist from clouded brows I’ll clear,And dreary dreams from heavy eyes.Back to your Muse her voice I’ll give,And once again you’ll find the daysAll blessed—as you bind the sheaf—Reaping your unmown upland ways.
I dreamt that, standing on a height,I wished to plunge me in the sea,When, lo! a spirit of peace and light,This wondrous song sang unto me:‘Await the spring! I’ll soon be here;’I’ll say, ‘Again let manhood rise!’The mist from clouded brows I’ll clear,And dreary dreams from heavy eyes.Back to your Muse her voice I’ll give,And once again you’ll find the daysAll blessed—as you bind the sheaf—Reaping your unmown upland ways.
I dreamt that, standing on a height,I wished to plunge me in the sea,When, lo! a spirit of peace and light,This wondrous song sang unto me:‘Await the spring! I’ll soon be here;’I’ll say, ‘Again let manhood rise!’The mist from clouded brows I’ll clear,And dreary dreams from heavy eyes.Back to your Muse her voice I’ll give,And once again you’ll find the daysAll blessed—as you bind the sheaf—Reaping your unmown upland ways.
I dreamt that, standing on a height,
I wished to plunge me in the sea,
When, lo! a spirit of peace and light,
This wondrous song sang unto me:
‘Await the spring! I’ll soon be here;’
I’ll say, ‘Again let manhood rise!’
The mist from clouded brows I’ll clear,
And dreary dreams from heavy eyes.
Back to your Muse her voice I’ll give,
And once again you’ll find the days
All blessed—as you bind the sheaf—
Reaping your unmown upland ways.