COME, let us go, For now the grey and silent eve is low, The river reaches gleam, And dimly blue in windings of the stream Its heavy rushes bow. The day is past, the world is dreaming now, The world is dreaming now, let us too dream. And dreaming be The vision of our souls like this we see, Where unsubstantial skies Blend with the Earth's obscure realities. Let us recall the blind Forewandered years and round their temples bind Fresh coronals of lovelier memories. For dreaming here We shall remember joys that never were, That might and might not be; One rich remembrance with its alchemy Transmuting all Time's store, Till the sad years exult and deem they bore Only the long, long love 'twixt thee and me. |