The Inn of Dreams/The Vision
Appearance
For works with similar titles, see The Vision.
The Vision
I come from lonely downs and silent woods, With winter in my heart, a withered world, A heavy weight of dark and sorrowful things, And all my dreams spread out their rainbow wings, And turn again to those bright solitudes Where Beauty met me in a thousand moods, And all her shining banners were unfurled . . .And where I snatched from the sweet hands of Spring A crystal cup and drank a mystic wine, And walked alone a secret perfumed way, And saw the glittering Angels at their play. And heard the golden birds of Heaven sing, And woke . . . to find white lilies clustering And all the emerald wood an empty shrine, Fragrant with myrrh and frankincense and spice, And echoing yet the flutes of Paradise . . .