I SAW a dreamer, I saw a poet, On the red battle-field fell my slow tear, "Lover of birds and flowers, singer of gentle songs, Dying with men of war, what do you here?" Languid his closing eyes looked to the breaking dawn Where the young day peeped out through prison bars. "I on a high hill stood singing a dear old song, I fell to earth," he sighed, "grasping at stars." He laid him softly down, cold was his paling cheek, Silent and chill he grew as the dead are, But from his folded hands on to the crimson earth Glowing and shimmering fell a great star. Out of the heavens there came a hand raising it, Set it in the green sky for all to see, There it shone purely bright, faithful as planets shine, There it sung loud and sweet "Come, follow me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: A ROCOCO STUDY (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A MEMORIAL ABSTRACT OF A SERMON PREACHED ON PROVERBS, XX, 27 by JOHN BYROM |