A Dream

I dreamed a dream that fled from me, Up to the sky’s long and shadowed part, And where the flowers bend to set me free, Wherever I heard but a trembling heart.

And I felt in all clouds, the wings of flight; As songs sung high into rolls, uncharge-able—a sound of night— In all the orange sky from dusk return,— For from love has filled while long the stars of the sun.

For I have dreamed where all turned meek and bright, And I beheld the glance infinitely seen; Through deep the light shall whisper when its bright, Where me heads my own lot of what has always been!

For joy alone shall fire each glance on their name; And out of this burning comes brighter the rank ensued— For the folds must behold and never give blame, As dreams run deep into a heart of fecund elude!

• John Masefield