He had his dream, and all through life, <br />Worked up to it through toil and strife. <br />Afloat fore'er before his eyes, <br />It colored for him all his skies: <br />The storm-cloud dark <br />Above his bark, <br />The calm and listless vault of blue <br />Took on its hopeful hue, <br />It tinctured every passing beam - <br />He had his dream. <br /> <br />He labored hard and failed at last, <br />His sails too weak to bear the blast, <br />The raging tempests tore away <br />And sent his beating bark astray. <br />But what cared he <br />For wind or sea! <br />He said, 'The tempest will be short, <br />My bark will come to port.' <br />He saw through every cloud a gleam - <br />He had his dream.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-had-his-dream/
