O HAST thou nothing but thy dreams, Earth's richness hast thou heaped with heaven: Or hast thou nothing but thy thought The keys of time to thee are given: Keys of eternity are thine By deed inalienable and divine. Thy life, a dream within a dream, Thy soul, a thought born of a thought. Imperishable and royal are In splendid mortal semblance wrought. If kings have beggars been esteemed, Beggars were kings if they but dreamed. Let but thy thought like morning touch The grinning dark tower of the world, Its grimness into music dies, The dark tower into dust is hurled. The secret and the silent king Rifts like smoke that night-hued thing. Dreams for night and thought for day: But in the lapse of aching thought Blue feathery-footed dreams alight, Flying from sleepy caves unsought. Each common thing a false thing seems In that true light of living dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD THE FIRE SIDE; A PASTORAL SOLILOQUY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TERRA INCOGNITA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 93 by BLISS CARMAN RIDIG BODY SINGS by JAMES CLERK-MAXWELL |