270 A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM The white dawn seemed to grow more cold; I shivered, and awoke behold! The bare, round hills, the muffled sea. The mountain peak beyond the bay, Stern, silent, as the vanquished are; The vision I had found so drear Waked with me, and is with me still; The future of my dream was here, I had arisen before unclosed The sleeping orient's earliest gleam, And climbed, and sat, or mused and dozed, But now the full dawn comes: the sun The jocund lark-songs have begun, The mountain's brow is clear and bold. The good salt sea wind blows; the mist Its floating shreds the sun has kissed To pearls that fleck the upper air. A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM 271 So drift away the moods of night, free; So shines the manlier purpose The breezy Present wakes in light, And plans the richer world to be. A RESTING-PLACE A SEA of shade; with hollow heights above, Where floats the redwood's airy roof away, Whose feathery lace the drowsy breezes move, And softly through the azure windows play: No nearer stir than yon white cloud astray, No closer sound than sob of distant dove. I only live as the deep forest's swoon Dreams me amid its dream; for all things fade Nor pulse of mine disturbs the unconscious noon. Even love and hope are still-albeit they made My heart beat yesterday — in slumber laid, Like yon dim ghost that last night was the moon. Only the bending grass, grown gray and sere, Nods now and then, where at my feet it swings, Pleased that another like itself is here, Unseen among the mighty forest things- To earth and autumn days in doubt and fear. Dream on, O wood! O wind, stay in thy west, Nor wake the shadowy spirit of the fern, THE MYSTERY I NEVER know why 't is I love thee so: So why I love thee well I cannot tell: Only it is that when thou speak'st to me 'Tis thy voice speaks, and when thy face I see It is thy face I see; and it befell Thou wert, and I was, and I love thee well. |