Deniehys Dream

Just when the western light     Flickered out dim,     Flushing the mountain-side,     Summit and rim,     A last, low, lingering gleam     Fell on a yellow stream,     And then there came a dream     Shining to him.     Splendours miraculous     Mixed with his pain     All like a vision of     Radiance and rain!     He faced the sea, the skies,     Old star-like thoughts did rise;     But tears were in his eyes,     Stifled in vain.     Infinite tokens of     Sorrows set free     Came in the dreaming wind     Far from the sea!     Past years about him trooped,     Fair phantoms round him stooped,     Sweet faces oer him drooped     Sad as could be!     This is our brother now:     Sisters, deplore     Man without purpose, like     Ship without shore!     He tracks false fire, one said,     But weep you he must tread     Whereto he may be led     Lost evermore.     Look, said another,     Summit and slope     Burn, in the mountain-land     Basement and cope!     Till daylight, dying dim,     Faints on the worlds red rim,     Well tint this Dream for him     Even with hope!