WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour <br /> Their floods in Slumber Seas <br />Lives all night long within a song <br /> Of murmuring mysteries. <br /> <br />Where stars are lit above the pit <br /> That holds the hollow dark, <br />Into their dawn he shall sail on <br /> In an enchanted barque. <br /> <br />He shall not fear tho’ in his ear <br /> The thrusting cranks of Time, <br />Thro’ blaze and gloom, with crash and boom, <br /> Ring in tremendous rhyme, <br /> <br />Beyond the cloud that doth enshroud <br /> Saturn with beauteous bands, <br />Where at the knees of Hyades <br /> Creation claps her hands. <br /> <br />He shall bow low to God and know <br /> Keen sorrow and delight, <br />The day’s full pride and eventide, <br /> The inmost thoughts of night. <br /> <br />Into their calm white waves of balm <br /> His soul shall plunge and swim, <br />Past silver-globed full moons unrobed <br /> That float round Heaven’s rim. <br /> <br />He shall bow low to God and know <br /> God, and be known of Him; <br />He shall surprise within the skies <br /> The watching Seraphim. <br /> <br />He shall be known about the Throne <br /> When names are named above, <br />As one redeemed through dreams he dreamed— <br /> As one Beloved of Love.<br /><br />David MacDonald Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreamer/
