Where is it now, the glory and the dream.
Where is it now, the glory and the dream.
Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams -- can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem; Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Dreams, books, are each a world and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good. Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Whither is fled the visionary gleam; Where is it now, the glory and the dream.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind.
The light that never was, on sea or land The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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