Dreams

As the grey twilight, tiptoed down the deep
    And shadowy valley, to the day's dark end,
    She whom I thought my ever-faithful friend,
Fair-browed, calm-eyed and mother-bosomed Sleep,
Met me with smiles.    'Poor longing heart, I keep
    Sweet joy for you,' she murmured.    'I will send
    One whom you love, with your own soul to blend
In visions, as the night hours onward creep.'

I trusted her; and watched by starry beams,
    I slumbered soundly, free from all alarms.
    Then not my love, but one long banished came,
Led by false Sleep, down secret stairs of dreams
    And clasped me, unresisting in fond arms.
    Oh, treacherous sleep - to sell me to such shame!

My dead love came to me, and said,
    'God gives me one hour's rest,
To spend with thee on earth again:
    How shall we spend it best?'

'Why, as of old,' I said; and so
    We quarrell'd, as of old:
But, when I turn'd to make my peace,
    That one short hour was told.

    The world of dreams is all my own,
    Wherein I wander - free, alone; -
            And each weird, fervid fantasy
            Is dearer than earth's joys to me.
    The waking world I share with you;
    And yours, as mine, is the ocean's blue.
            For us both spring's early flowers are fair,
            Or the cold stars gleam through the frosty air.

    But in the world of dreams I rove
    Over sunny fields, or in shaded grove, -
            Such beauty your eyes never saw -
            And all is mine without let or law.
    Ah! the hopes and fears that come and go
    With my flying fancy, none may know;
            Though unsubstantial, it seems
            My real world - this world of dreams.

It is in sooth a lovely tress,
    Still curled in many a ring,
As glossy as the plumes that dress
    The raven's jetty wing.
And the broad and soul-illumined brow,
    Above whose arch it grew,
Was like the stainless mountain snow,
    In its purity of hue.

I mind the time 'twas given to me,
    The night, the hour, the spot;
And the eye that pleaded silently,
    "Forget the giver not."
Oh! myriads of stars, on high,
    Were smiling sweetly fair,
But none was lovely as the eye
    That shone beside me there!

Above our heads an ancient oak
    Its strong, wide arms held out,
And from its roots a fountain broke,
    With a tiny laughing shout;
And the fairy people of the wild
    Were bending to their rest,
As trusti...

Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter - woodland hollows thickly strewing,
    Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,
While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing
        All without and all within!

All within! but winds of autumn, little Henry, round their dwelling
    Did not load your father's spirit with those deep and burdened sighs; -
Only echoed thoughts of sadness, in your mother's bosom swelling,
        Fast as tears that dim her eyes.

Life is fraught with many changes, checked with sorrow and mutation,
    But no grief it ever lightened such a truth before to know: -
I behold them - father, mother - as they seem to contemplation,
    Only three short weeks ago!

Saddened for the morrow's parting - up the stair...

Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains,
(Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder)
The trees are sad, and the wind complains,
Outside the rolling of the thunder,
And the beat against the panes.

Heart, my heart, thou art mournful in the rain,
(Are thy redolent lips a-quiver?)
My soul seeks thine, doth it seek in vain?
My love goes surging like a river,
Shall its tide bear naught save pain?

Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.

Homesick for our cinder world,
Her low-born shoulders shiver;
She longs for sleep in cinders curled -
We, for the day-dream river.

I slept upon the Rice-boat
That, reef protected, lay
At anchor, where the palm-trees
Infringe upon the bay.
The windless air was heavy
With cinnamon and rose,
The midnight calm seemed waiting,
Too fateful for repose.

One joined me on the Rice-boat
With wild and waving hair,
Whose vivid words and laughter
Awoke the silent air.
Oh, beauty, bare and shining,
Fresh washen in the bay,
One well may love by moonlight
What one would not love by day!

Above among the cordage
The night wind hardly stirred,
The lapping of the ripples
Was all the sound we heard.
Love reigned upon the Rice-boat,
And Peace controlled the sea,
The spirit's consolation,
The senses' ecstasy.

Though many things and mighty
Are further...

God and I in space alone
    And nobody else in view.
"And where are the people, O Lord," I said,
"The earth below, and the sky o'er head,
    And the dead whom once I knew?"

"That was a dream," God smiled and said -
    "A dream that seemed to be true.
There were no people, living or dead,
There was no earth, and no sky o'erhead;
    There was only Myself - in you."

"Why do I feel no fear," I asked,
    "Meeting You here this way?
For I have sinned I know full well?
And is there heaven, and is there hell,
    And is this the judgment day?"

"Say, those were but dreams," the Great God said,
    "Dreams, that have ceased to be.
There are no such things as fear or sin,
There is no you - you never have been -
    There is nothing a...

    I sat by the fire and watched it blaze,
        And dreamed that she wrote me a letter,
    And for that dream to the end of my days
        To Fancy I owe myself debtor.

    Next day there came the postman's knock,
        The morning was bright and sunny,
    And showed me a sheaf of circulars, stock
        Attempts to get hold of my money.

    'Mid correspondence of this dull kind
        A dainty notelet lay hidden,
    It seemed as though it had half a mind
        To consider itself forbidden.

    The writing was like herself, complete,
        With a touch of her queenly bearing,
    So Venus wrote when she ordered in Crete
        Her doves to take her an airing.

    Inside it was just as promising,
        'Twas a pre...

Thou scarest me with dreams.
    -JOB.

When Night's last hours, like haunting spirits, creep
With listening terrors round the couch of sleep,
And Midnight, brooding in its deepest dye,
Seizes on Fear with dismal sympathy,
"I dreamed a dream" something akin to fate,
Which Superstition's blackest thoughts create--
Something half natural to the grave that seems,
Which Death's long trance of slumber haply dreams;
A dream of staggering horrors and of dread,
Whose shadows fled not when the vision fled,
But clung to Memory with their gloomy view,
Till Doubt and Fancy half believed it true.

That time was come, or seem'd as it was come,
When Death no longer makes the grave his home;
When waking spirits leave their earthly rest
To mix for ever with the ...

From the oped lattice glance once more abroad
While the ethereal moontide bathes with light
Hill, stream, and garden, and white-winding road.


All gracious myths born of the shadowy night
Recur, and hover in fantastic guise,
Airy and vague, before the drowsy sight.


On yonder soft gray hill Endymion lies
In rosy slumber, and the moonlit air
Breathes kisses on his cheeks and lips and eyes.


'Twixt bush and bush gleam flower-white limbs, left bare,
Of huntress-nymphs, and flying raiment thin,
Vanishing faces, and bright floating hair.


The quaint midsummer fairies and their kin,
Gnomes, elves, and trolls, on blossom, branch, and grass
Gambol and dance, and winding out and in


Leave circles of spun dew where'er th...

I built a little House of Dreams,
And fenced it all about,
But still I heard the Wind of Truth
That roared without.
I laid a fire of Memories
And sat before the glow,
But through the chinks and round the door
The wind would blow.
I left the House, for all the night
I heard the Wind of Truth;
I followed where it seemed to lead
Through all my youth.
But when I sought the House of Dreams,
To creep within and die,
The Wind of Truth had leveled it,
And passed it by.

This night has been so strange that it seemed
As if the hair stood up on my head.
From going-down of the sun I have dreamed
That women laughing, or timid or wild,
In rustle of lace or silken stuff,
Climbed up my creaking stair. They had read
All I had rhymed of that monstrous thing
Returned and yet unrequited love.
They stood in the door and stood between
My great wood lectern and the fire
Till I could hear their hearts beating:
One is a harlot, and one a child
That never looked upon man with desire,
And one it may be a queen.

Let us peer forward through the dusk of years
    And force the silent future to reveal
    Her store of garnered joys; we may not kneel
For ever, and entreat our bliss with tears.
    Somewhere on this drear earth the sunshine lies,
    Somewhere the air breathes Heaven-blown harmonies.

Some day when you and I have fully learned
    Our waiting-lesson, wondering, hand in hand
    We shall gaze out upon an unknown land,
Our thoughts and our desires forever turned
    From our old griefs, as swallows, home warding,
    Sweep ever southward with unwearied wing.

We shall fare forth, comrades for evermore.
    Though the ill-omened bird Time loves to bear
    Has brushed this cheek and left an impress there
I shall be fierce and dauntless as of yore,
 ...

        A little baby went to sleep
            One night in his white bed,
        And the moon came by to take a peep
            At the little baby head.

        A wind, as wandering winds will do,
            Brought to the baby there
        Sweet smells from some quaint flower that grew
            Out on some hill somewhere.

        And wind and flower and pale moonbeam
            About the baby's bed
        Stirred and woke the funniest dream
            In the little sleepy head.

        He thought he was all sorts of things
            From a lion to a cat;
        Sometimes he thought he flew on wings,
            Or fell and fell, so that

        When morning broke he was right glad
            But much surprised to s...

My little bark glides steadily along,
    Still and unshaken as a summer dream;
    And never falls the oar into the stream,
For 'tis but morning, and the current strong;
    So let the ripples bear me as they will;
Sweet, sweet is Life, and every sound is song;
    Sorrow lies sleeping, and Joy sends me still
            Swift floating down the River.

Bright shines the sun athwart the linden-trees;
    One little cloud alone steals o'er the sky,
    As o'er the widening stream below steal I,
Fann'd by the same faint perfume-laden breeze;
    Bird-music answers sweetly through the air,
The unheard warbling of heart melodies;
    Thus go I dreaming, free from faintest care,
            Swift floating down the River.

Pure lie the broad-leaved lilies ...

Little eyelids, cease your winking;
Little orbs, forget to beam;
Little soul, to slumber sinking,
Let the fairies rule your dream.
Breezes, through the lattice sweeping,
Sing their lullabies the while--
And a star-ray, softly creeping
To thy bedside, woos thy smile.
But no song nor ray entrancing
Can allure thee from the spell
Of the tiny fairies dancing
O'er the eyes they love so well.
See, we come in countless number--
I, their queen, and all my court--
Haste, my precious one, to slumber
Which invites our fairy sport.