What a world that was you planned us -- Made of Summer and the sea, Where the very wind that fanned us Drifted down from Arcady. There where never Fate might sunder Rose your castle's shining beams. Are you there to-day I wonder, John O' Dreams? That was but a trick Life played you When this planet knew your birth, When she trapped your soul and made you One of us on dreary earth. Since for you what fancies crossed it, Lures of alien stars and streams, Have you found the path or lost it, John O' Dreams? Just a little day in May-time Once I took the road with you; Just a boy and girl in play-time With a vision to pursue. I but glimpsed the glow around it Ere I turned, and yet it seems Sometimes that you surely found it, John O' Dreams. |