The Dreamer
Temples he built and palaces of air,And, with the artist’s parent-pride aglow,His fancy saw his vague ideals growInto creations marvellously fair;
He set his foot upon Fame’s nether stair.But ah, his dream,—it had entranced him soHe could not move. He could no farther go;But paused in joy that he was even there!
He did not wake until one day there gleamedThro’ his dark consciousness a light that rackedHis being till he rose, alert to act.But lo! what he had dreamed, the while he dreamed,Another, wedding action unto thought,Into the living, pulsing world had brought.