HE had his dream, and all through life, Worked up to it through toil and strife. Afloat fore'er before his eyes, It colored for him all his skies: The storm-cloud dark Above his bark, The calm and listless vault of blue Took on its hopeful hue, It tinctured every passing beam -- He had his dream. He labored hard and failed at last, His sails too weak to bear the blast, The raging tempests tore away And sent his beating bark astray. But what cared he For wind or sea! He said, "The tempest will be short, My bark will come to port." He saw through every cloud a gleam -- He had his dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON A VIOLA D'AMORE by MATHILDE BLIND |