JUST when the western light <br />Flickered out dim, <br />Flushing the mountain-side, <br />Summit and rim, <br />A last, low, lingering gleam <br />Fell on a yellow stream, <br />And then there came a dream <br />Shining to him. <br /> <br />Splendours miraculous <br />Mixed with his pain <br />All like a vision of <br />Radiance and rain! <br />He faced the sea, the skies, <br />Old star-like thoughts did rise; <br />But tears were in his eyes, <br />Stifled in vain. <br /> <br />Infinite tokens of <br />Sorrows set free <br />Came in the dreaming wind <br />Far from the sea! <br />Past years about him trooped, <br />Fair phantoms round him stooped, <br />Sweet faces o’er him drooped <br />Sad as could be! <br /> <br />“This is our brother now: <br />Sisters, deplore <br />Man without purpose, like <br />Ship without shore! <br />He tracks false fire,” one said, <br />“But weep you—he must tread <br />Whereto he may be led— <br />Lost evermore.” <br /> <br />“Look,” said another, <br />“Summit and slope <br />Burn, in the mountain-land— <br />Basement and cope! <br />Till daylight, dying dim, <br />Faints on the world’s red rim, <br />We’ll tint this Dream for him <br />Even—with hope!”<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deniehy-s-dream/
