Dream Encounters
The measureless houses of dreams,And the magic of hours within hours;And those who pass by like clear Streams,Pass by us, on a journey not ours!The eyes that we know and we fear,As waters of Castaly clear,That gaze that should once have been sweet,Now a terror to meet!—Yet, both in one corridor narrowly led,Those steps in another intensity tread;There is space that convenes us, but holds us apart;Sunlight and sunlight, distinctly combined,As a wish with the windAnd all heaven with one heart.
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