Deniehy’s Dream
Just when the western lightFlickered out dim,Flushing the mountain-side,Summit and rim,A last, low, lingering gleamFell on a yellow stream,And then there came a dreamShining to him.
Splendours miraculousMixed with his painAll like a vision ofRadiance and rain!He faced the sea, the skies,Old star-like thoughts did rise;But tears were in his eyes,Stifled in vain.
Infinite tokens ofSorrows set freeCame in the dreaming windFar from the sea!Past years about him trooped,Fair phantoms round him stooped,Sweet faces o’er him droopedSad as could be!
“This is our brother now:Sisters, deploreMan without purpose, likeShip without shore!He tracks false fire,” one said,“But weep you—he must treadWhereto he may be led—Lost evermore.”
“Look,” said another,“Summit and slopeBurn, in the mountain-land—Basement and cope!Till daylight, dying dim,Faints on the world’s red rim,We’ll tint this Dream for himEven—with hope!”