Poems (Van Rensselaer)/The Dream-Spirit Sings
THE DREAM-SPIRIT SINGS
Sleep—yet wake! Come with meThough thy feet quit not thy bed. We shall take, Buoyantly,Roads with glamour overspread.
Sleep—yet wake! Ope thine eyes,Though their lids shall not unclose, Where I make ParadiseThat no daytime vision shows.
Drawing now Cloud-wreaths backFrom the world of might-have-been, I shall go On a trackOnly by thy longings seen.
Follow me: I will leadWhere denial speaketh not; Thou shalt be Wholly freedFrom the limits of thy lot.
Though the light Mock thy woeUntil e'en thy longings tire, In the night, Journeying so,Thou shalt clasp thy soul's desire.