Dreams

I have been dreaming all a summer day     Of rare and dainty poems I would write;     Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent,     Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream,     And songs and sonnets carven in fine gold.     The day is fading and the dusk is cold;     Out of the skies has gone the opal gleam,     Out of my heart has passed the high intent     Into the shadow of the falling night,     Must all my dreams in darkness pass away?     I have been dreaming all a summer day:     Shall I go dreaming so until Lifes light     Fades in Deaths dusk, and all my days are spent?     Ah, what am I the dreamer but a dream!     The day is fading and the dusk is cold.     My songs and sonnets carven in fine gold     Have faded from me with the last day -beam     That purple lustre to the sea-line lent,     And flushed the clouds with rose and chrysolite;     So days and dreams in darkness pass away.     I have been dreaming all a summer day     Of songs and sonnets carven in fine gold;     But all my dreams in darkness pass away;     The day is fading, and the dusk is cold.