DREAMING OF SPRING.
ByJESSIE M. E. SAXBY.
I havea dream—a child-like dream—of waking woods,Of fragrant paths beset by opening flowers,Of tender leaflets casting off their winter hoods,Of song-birds thanking God for spring-tide hours.Oh, for the wings to reach some quiet forest-nest!The city’s tuneless clamour breaks my vision blest.I have a dream of rill and ray that dance betweenThe ancient hills in verdant glory clad;Of meadows putting on their robes of virgin green,Of winds that heavenward bear earth’s anthem glad.Oh, that a wand divine would lull my senses dim!For human moanings drown sweet Nature’s Easter hymn.I have a dream of ocean, whose familiar flow—The echo of eternity’s calm voice—Speaks of the springs renewed that, wave-like, come and go,Chanting the resurrection song, “Rejoice!”Oh, that my longing soul could float to yon far sea,Forgetful of the crowded life that fetters me!Oh, that an angel’s touch would bid my spirit riseAbove the din and dust, to wear once moreThe emerald crown of youth, the light of vernal skies,The rainbow and the flower from days of yore!Oh, that my dreaming heart could thus for ever keepIts May-time, born of Hope, within the realms of sleep!
I havea dream—a child-like dream—of waking woods,Of fragrant paths beset by opening flowers,Of tender leaflets casting off their winter hoods,Of song-birds thanking God for spring-tide hours.Oh, for the wings to reach some quiet forest-nest!The city’s tuneless clamour breaks my vision blest.I have a dream of rill and ray that dance betweenThe ancient hills in verdant glory clad;Of meadows putting on their robes of virgin green,Of winds that heavenward bear earth’s anthem glad.Oh, that a wand divine would lull my senses dim!For human moanings drown sweet Nature’s Easter hymn.I have a dream of ocean, whose familiar flow—The echo of eternity’s calm voice—Speaks of the springs renewed that, wave-like, come and go,Chanting the resurrection song, “Rejoice!”Oh, that my longing soul could float to yon far sea,Forgetful of the crowded life that fetters me!Oh, that an angel’s touch would bid my spirit riseAbove the din and dust, to wear once moreThe emerald crown of youth, the light of vernal skies,The rainbow and the flower from days of yore!Oh, that my dreaming heart could thus for ever keepIts May-time, born of Hope, within the realms of sleep!
I havea dream—a child-like dream—of waking woods,Of fragrant paths beset by opening flowers,Of tender leaflets casting off their winter hoods,Of song-birds thanking God for spring-tide hours.Oh, for the wings to reach some quiet forest-nest!The city’s tuneless clamour breaks my vision blest.
I havea dream—a child-like dream—of waking woods,
Of fragrant paths beset by opening flowers,
Of tender leaflets casting off their winter hoods,
Of song-birds thanking God for spring-tide hours.
Oh, for the wings to reach some quiet forest-nest!
The city’s tuneless clamour breaks my vision blest.
I have a dream of rill and ray that dance betweenThe ancient hills in verdant glory clad;Of meadows putting on their robes of virgin green,Of winds that heavenward bear earth’s anthem glad.Oh, that a wand divine would lull my senses dim!For human moanings drown sweet Nature’s Easter hymn.
I have a dream of rill and ray that dance between
The ancient hills in verdant glory clad;
Of meadows putting on their robes of virgin green,
Of winds that heavenward bear earth’s anthem glad.
Oh, that a wand divine would lull my senses dim!
For human moanings drown sweet Nature’s Easter hymn.
I have a dream of ocean, whose familiar flow—The echo of eternity’s calm voice—Speaks of the springs renewed that, wave-like, come and go,Chanting the resurrection song, “Rejoice!”Oh, that my longing soul could float to yon far sea,Forgetful of the crowded life that fetters me!
I have a dream of ocean, whose familiar flow—
The echo of eternity’s calm voice—
Speaks of the springs renewed that, wave-like, come and go,
Chanting the resurrection song, “Rejoice!”
Oh, that my longing soul could float to yon far sea,
Forgetful of the crowded life that fetters me!
Oh, that an angel’s touch would bid my spirit riseAbove the din and dust, to wear once moreThe emerald crown of youth, the light of vernal skies,The rainbow and the flower from days of yore!Oh, that my dreaming heart could thus for ever keepIts May-time, born of Hope, within the realms of sleep!
Oh, that an angel’s touch would bid my spirit rise
Above the din and dust, to wear once more
The emerald crown of youth, the light of vernal skies,
The rainbow and the flower from days of yore!
Oh, that my dreaming heart could thus for ever keep
Its May-time, born of Hope, within the realms of sleep!