My heart can tell them, every one, <br />The messengers of dreams that run <br />Above the tree-tops in the sun. <br /> <br />Whether of great or little worth <br />They carry the heart s desires forth <br />East and west and south and north. <br /> <br />I know the night will close them in --- <br />And they will meet the tempest s din --- <br />Ere they come to that far-off inn. <br /> <br />The inn that stands on the bourne of hope, <br />Where Fear and Delight together cope <br />For victory on a little slope. <br /> <br />My heart can tell them, every one, <br />The returning messengers that run <br />Above the tree-tops in the sun.<br /><br />William Stanley Braithwaite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messengers-of-dreams/
