Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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DREAMS!
Dreams! through th' immortal—the infinite—
Ye pass on your free way;
Ye are our spirit's rich escapes
From the thraldom of its clay!
Ye pass on your free way;
Ye are our spirit's rich escapes
From the thraldom of its clay!
Oh! a wilderness of mysteries 'tis
With fearless foot we tread,
What time your halo Heav'n-light streams
Around the pillowed head.
With fearless foot we tread,
What time your halo Heav'n-light streams
Around the pillowed head.
All the universe's glorious gates
Are opened by your key—
The denizons of Sun and Star
Ye proudly seem to be!
Are opened by your key—
The denizons of Sun and Star
Ye proudly seem to be!
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Dreams! through the Immortal—the Infinite—
You range on your free way,
And lift our Spirits far beyond
The realms of mortal day!
You range on your free way,
And lift our Spirits far beyond
The realms of mortal day!
Ye come like Angels to our Souls
(That visit Earth no more)
I' the midnight's silence, stern and deep,
To teach us Heavenly lore.
(That visit Earth no more)
I' the midnight's silence, stern and deep,
To teach us Heavenly lore.
Beneath your fair and mystic reign
New Beings we become,
And seem already wafted high
To our future Starry Home!
New Beings we become,
And seem already wafted high
To our future Starry Home!
Through your enchanted dazzling maze
Philosophers have strayed,
And owned your mystery's wond'rous spell,
And thus been wiser made!
Philosophers have strayed,
And owned your mystery's wond'rous spell,
And thus been wiser made!
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They have confessed how vain their skill
To unravel paths like yours,
Where bloom, like that of Paradise,
For evermore endures!
To unravel paths like yours,
Where bloom, like that of Paradise,
For evermore endures!
The iron-hearted warrior grows
A child beneath your sway—
And fancies mild as moonlight beams
Through his softened Spirits play.
A child beneath your sway—
And fancies mild as moonlight beams
Through his softened Spirits play.
Dreams!—Dreams!—ye are strong with whirlwind strength,
Yet sweet as breeze of May,
Ye deck Creation's imaged form
In a new and bright array.
Yet sweet as breeze of May,
Ye deck Creation's imaged form
In a new and bright array.
Ye make the Soul—the Universe,
On its own self enthroned!—
Girded with garments of the Light—
With starry systems zoned!
On its own self enthroned!—
Girded with garments of the Light—
With starry systems zoned!
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Dreams! through the Immortal—the Infinite
Your glorious way ye take—
Nay—the Immortal and the Infinite—
The Soul ye haunt—ye make!
Your glorious way ye take—
Nay—the Immortal and the Infinite—
The Soul ye haunt—ye make!
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