I HAVE been dreaming all a summer day <br />Of rare and dainty poems I would write; <br />Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent, <br />Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream, <br />And songs and sonnets carven in fine gold. <br />The day is fading and the dusk is cold; <br />Out of the skies has gone the opal gleam, <br />Out of my heart has passed the high intent <br />Into the shadow of the falling night— <br />Must all my dreams in darkness pass away? <br /> <br />I have been dreaming all a summer day: <br />Shall I go dreaming so until Life’s light <br />Fades in Death’s dusk, and all my days are spent? <br />Ah, what am I the dreamer but a dream! <br />The day is fading and the dusk is cold. <br /> <br />My songs and sonnets carven in fine gold <br />Have faded from me with the last day -beam <br />That purple lustre to the sea-line lent, <br />And flushed the clouds with rose and chrysolite; <br />So days and dreams in darkness pass away. <br /> <br />I have been dreaming all a summer day <br />Of songs and sonnets carven in fine gold; <br />But all my dreams in darkness pass away; <br />The day is fading, and the dusk is cold.<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-26/