 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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A SONG OF DREAMS
One came to me in the night
And said Arise!
I rose, phantom-white;
Far was my flight
To a star shaken with light
In the heart of the skies.
And said Arise!
I rose, phantom-white;
Far was my flight
To a star shaken with light
In the heart of the skies.
Through seven spheres I fled,
Opal and rose and white,
Emerald, violet, red,
Through azure was I led,
And the coronal on my head
With seven moons was bright.
Opal and rose and white,
Emerald, violet, red,
Through azure was I led,
And the coronal on my head
With seven moons was bright.
What wonder that the day
Swings slowly through slow hours!
My heart leaps when the grey
Husht feet of Night are astray,
And I hear her wild bells play
On her starry towers.
Swings slowly through slow hours!
My heart leaps when the grey
Husht feet of Night are astray,
And I hear her wild bells play
On her starry towers.
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