I rose from dreamless hours and sought the morn <br />That beat upon my window: from the sill <br />I watched sweet lands, where Autumn light newborn <br />Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill. <br />If things so lovely are, why labour still <br />To dream of something more than this I see? <br />Do I remember tales of Galilee, <br />I who have slain my faith and freed my will? <br />Let me forget dead faith, dead mystery, <br />Dead thoughts of things I cannot comprehend. <br />Enough the light mysterious in the tree, <br />Enough the friendship of my chosen friend.<br /><br />James Elroy Flecker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-rose-from-dreamless-hours/
