Dreams Beauty

Visions of Beauty, of Light, and of Love,

Born in the soul of a Dream,

Lost, like the phantom-bird under the dove,

When she flies over a stream-

Come ye through portals where angel wings droop,

Moved by the heaven of sleep?

Or, are ye mockeries, crazing a soul,

Doomed with its waking to weep?

I could believe ye were shadows of earth,

Echoes of hopes that are vain,

But for the music ye bring to my heart,

Waking its sunshine again.

And ye are fleeting. All vainly I strive

Beauties like thine to portray;

Forth from my pencil the bright picture starts,

And-ye have faded away.

Like to a bird that soars up from the spray,

When we would fetter its wing;

Like to the song that spurns Memory’s grasp

When the voice yearneth to sing;

Like the cloud-glory that sunset lights up,

When the storm bursts from its height;

Like the sheet-silver that rolls on the sea,

When it is touched by the night-

Bright, evanescent, ye come and are gone,

Visions of mystical birth;

Art that could paint you was never vouchsafed

Unto the children of earth.

Yet in my soul there’s a longing to tell

All you have seemed unto me,

That unto others a glimpse of the skies

You in their sorrow might be.

Vain is the wish. Better hope to describe

All that the spirit desires,

When through a cloud of vague fancies and schemes

Flash the Promethean fires.

Let me then think of ye, Visions of Light,

Not as the tissue of dreams,

But as realities destined to be

Bright in Futurity’s beams.

Ideals formed by a standard of earth

Sink at Reality’s shrine

Into the human and weak like ourselves,

Losing the essence divine;

But the fair pictures that fall from above

On the heart’s mirror sublime

Carry a signature written in tints,

Bright with the future of time.

And the heart, catching them, yieldeth a spark

Under each stroke of the rod-

Sparks that fly upward and light the New Life,

Burning an incense to God!

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge by Fledermaus
• Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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