Opals (Custance)/A Dream

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see A Dream.

A Dream

 

I was a child with all a child's wild prayers,That followed Love yet ever saw him flee,His splendid feet on-speeding silently;His wings gold tinctured spread athwart life's stairsAscending ever, and yet unawaresOft turning his fair face and suddenlyFixing his deep eyes smilingly on me;So climbing girlhood caught at unguessed cares

But one Spring day Love halted in his flightAnd straight let flash an arrow at my heart, So that I swooned, who strove to reach his side . . .When I awoke, a sea of saffron lightStirred in the silver East and blood did start,From my pierced flesh, for lo! Love's wound was wide. . . .