Poems (Young)/My Lady of Dreams
POEMS.
MY LADY OF DREAMS.
One night the beauty of the stars
Made magic for me white and still,
I climbed the road above the hill
The road no waking footstep mars.
Made magic for me white and still,
I climbed the road above the hill
The road no waking footstep mars.
I met my Lady in the wood
The black pine wood above the hill,
Dream-fair her beauty, white and still;
I knelt as one before the Rood.
The black pine wood above the hill,
Dream-fair her beauty, white and still;
I knelt as one before the Rood.
White Dream that makes my life a war
Of wild desires and baffled will
Once more my soul with beauty fill
Rise through the darkness, O my Star.
Of wild desires and baffled will
Once more my soul with beauty fill
Rise through the darkness, O my Star.