Sweet are white dreams i' the dusk, yet sweeter far When the sea-music fills those haunting dreams: When light survives alone in each white star And in the far white shine of a myriad gleams: When from white flowers, that through the violet gloom Shine faintly phosphorescent, strange breaths steal And in the lamp-lit silence of the room The longing, yearning soul makes mute appeal: When nought is heard, and yet the tired hands stray To meet white dream-like hands soft floating by: When the disanchor'd mind sails far away 'Mid the suspense of an imagined sigh -- 'Tis thee, 'tis thee, O dear white soul, 'tis thee, White Joy, white Peace, white Balm that healeth me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THEIR WEDDING JOURNEY - 1834 by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A DREAM OF HUMAN LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE ONE FOUNDATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |