Dreams by Gilbert Parker — Read

And so life passed. I lived from year to year / With shadows, the strong warders of desire; / I learned through them to seek the golden fire / That hides itself in Song's bright hemisphere.

Through them I grew full of imaginings, / I made strange pictures, conjured images / From my deep longings; wrote the passages / Of life inwrought with half-glad wonderings.

For who can know a majesty of peace, / That wanders, ever waiting for a voice / To say to him, "Behold, at last surcease

Of thy unrest has come, therefore, rejoice"?

Here set I down some dreams that come again, / Almost forgotten in my higher gain.