The Dream-Spirit Sings

Sleep—yet wake!Come with meThough thy feet quit not thy bed.We shall take,Buoyantly,Roads with glamour overspread.

Sleep—yet wake!Ope thine eyes,Though their lids shall not unclose,Where I makeParadiseThat no daytime vision shows.

Drawing nowCloud-wreaths backFrom the world of might-have-been,I shall goOn a trackOnly by thy longings seen.

Follow me:I will leadWhere denial speaketh not;Thou shalt beWholly freedFrom the limits of thy lot.

Though the lightMock thy woeUntil e'en thy longings tire,In the night,Journeying so,Thou shalt clasp thy soul's desire.