My dreams dissolve the day’s illusive net:
While crested Action’s billows blinding beat,
Omniscient Eyes in troughs of Faith I meet:
I wait with ancient stars until they set
Lest forward progress should their runes forget:
I am the rest that makes the bar complete:
And, in the shackled body of Defeat,
The womb of Baby Triumph living yet!
I am the blende of sleeping radiance:
The Siding where belated Industry
Draws from a Silent Tank tomorrow’s zest:
Prophetic Art’s preparatory Trance:
Dilating Force’s Sabbath systole:
The Night of Brahm when worn Creators rest!
(Bernard O Dowd)
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