The Band of Gideon and Other Lyrics/Dreams

by Joseph Seamon Cotter (1895-1919)

For works with similar titles, see Dreams.

Dreams

There is naught in the pathless reach Of the pale, blue sky above,There is naught that the stars tell, each to each, As over the heavens they rove;That I have not felt or have not seenClad in dull earth or fancy's sheen.

There is naught, in the still, mauve twilight When the dreams come flitting by,From lands afar of eternal night, Or lands of the sunswept sky,For countless spirits within me dwellWith heaven's effulgence or dark hell.