A Dream ‘Tis but a dream that I have dream’d: A vision of Peace lands bright, Of mouths of very child and maid, Of curling fern and yellow wild- Flower plucked for a promise true:— \nAre these not made, by nature’s voice, For some, for me, beneath the skies, Where joy beyond the bounds can rise, And I, with no regrets, rejoice? \nOh if I can but find the way, To live such days as I can weave, In very silence, free from strife And ill foreboding every day, Ha! here’s the sword and here’s the shield, For nature’s soul I must not yield.
- George Meredith