The Inn of Dreams

 Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight! My heart is like a lighted Inn that waits Your swift approach . . . and at the open gates White Beauty stands and listens like a flower. She has been dreaming of you in the night, O fairy Princes; and her eyes are bright. Spur your fleet horses, this is Beauty's hour! Even as when a golden flame up-curled Quivers and flickers out in a dark place, So is it with the flame of Beauty's face— That torch! that rose! that wonder of the world! And Love shall weep to see—when he rides by Years hence (the time shall seem as a bird's flight)— A lonely Inn beneath a winter sky. Come now, sweet friends! before the summer die. Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight!

 

 

 

 

The Kingdom of Heaven

O World that holds me by the wings, How shall my soul escape your snares? So dear are your delightful things, So difficult your toils and cares: That, every way my soul is held By bonds of love, and bonds of hate; With all its heavenly ardours quelled, And all its angels desolate . . .

Yet in the heart of every child, God and the world are reconciled! . . .

 

 

 

 

A Dream

I dreamed we walked together, you and I, Along a white and lonely road, that went I know not where . . . and we were well content. Our laughter was untroubled as the sky, And all our talk was delicate and shy, Though in that cage of words wild thoughts were pent Like prisoned birds that some sweet accident Might yet release to sing again, and fly. We passed between long lines of poplar trees . . . Where, summer comrades gay and debonair, The south wind and the sunlight danced . . . you smiled, With great glad eyes, as bright as summer 

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