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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• Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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