Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DREAM, by THOMAS CAMPBELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Well may sleep present us fictions Last Line: "guardian spirit, steer me on!" Subject(s): Dreams; Immortality; Nightmares | ||||||||
WELL may sleep present us fictions, Since our waking moments teem With such fanciful convictions As make life itself a dream. -- Half our daylight faith's a fable; Sleep disports with shadows too, Seeming in their turn as stable As the world we wake to view Ne'er by day did Reason's mint Give my thoughts a clearer print Of assured reality, Than was left by Fantasy Stamped and colored on my sprite, In a dream of yesternight. In a bark, methought, lone steering, I was cast on Ocean's strife; This, 'twas whispered in my hearing Meant the sea of life. Sad regrets from past existence Came, like gales of chilling breath; Shadowed in the forward distance Lay the land of Death. Now seeming more, now less remote, On that dim-seen shore, methought, I beheld two hands a space Slow unshroud a spectre's face; And my flesh's hair upstood, -- 'Twas mine own similitude. -- But my soul revived at seeing Ocean, like an emerald spark, Kindle, while an air-dropped being Smiling steered my bark. Heaven-like -- yet he looked as human As supernal beauty can, More compassionate than woman, Lordly more than man. And as some sweet clarion's breath Stirs the soldier's scorn of death -- So his accents bade me brook The spectre's eyes of icy look, Till it shut them -- turned its head, Like a beaten foe, and fled. "Types not this," I said, "fair spirit! That my death-hour is not come? Say, what days shall I inherit? -- Tell my soul their sum." "No," he said, "yon phantom's aspect, Trust me, would appall thee worse, Held in clearly measured prospect: -- Ask not for a curse! Make not, for I overhear Thine unspoken thoughts as clear As thy mortal ear could catch The close brought tickings of a watch -- Make not the untold request That's now revolving in thy breast. 'Tis to live again, remeasuring Youth's years, like a scene rehearsed, In thy second lifetime treasuring Knowledge from the first. Hast thou felt, poor self-deceiver! Life's career so void of pain, As to wish its fitful fever New begun again? Could experience, ten times thine, Pain from Being disentwine -- Threads by Fate together spun? Could thy flight Heaven's lightning shun? No, nor could thy foresight's glance 'Scape the myriad shafts of Chance. Wouldst thou bear again Love's trouble -- Friendship's death-dissevered ties; Toil to grasp or miss the bubble Of Ambition's prize? Say thy life's new guided action Flowed from Virtue's fairest springs -- Still would Envy and Detraction Double not their stings? Worth itself is but a charter To be mankind's distinguished martyr" -- I caught the moral, and cried, "Hail! Spirit! let us onward sail, Envying, fearing, hating none -- Guardian Spirit, steer me on!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL |
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