Dreams

And so life passed. I lived from year to year
With shadows, the strong warders of desire;
I learned through them to seek the golden fire
That hides itself in Song’s bright hemisphere.

Through them I grew full of imaginings,
I made strange pictures, conjured images
From my deep longings; wrote the passages
Of life inwrought with half-glad wonderings.

For who can know a majesty of peace,
That wanders, ever waiting for a voice
To say to him, “Behold, at last surcease

Of thy unrest has come, therefore, rejoice”?
Here set I down some dreams that come again,
Almost forgotten in my higher gain.