THE Day was dying; his breath Wavered away in a hectic gleam; And I said, if Life's a dream, and Death And Love and all are dreams -- I'll dream. A mist came over the bay Like as a dream would over an eye. The mist was white and the dream was grey And both contained a human cry, The burthen whereof was "Love," And it filled both mist and dream with pain, And the hills below and the skies above Were touched and uttered it back again. The mist broke: down the rift A kind ray shot from a holy star. Then my dream did waver and break and lift -- Through it, O Love, shone thy face, afar. So Boyhood sets: comes Youth, A painful night of mists and dreams; That broods till Love's exquisite truth, The star of a morn-clear manhood, beams. BOYKIN'S BLUFF, VIRGINIA, 1863. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MY DEAREST WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE CLEVEDON VERSES: 3. SECUTURUS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE TRYST OF THE NIGHT by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON |