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DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT

OLD

     I HAVE opened the window to warm my hands on the
         sill
     Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon
     Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still
     In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.

     The clink of the shunting engines is sharp and fine,
     Like savage music striking far off, and there
     On the great, uplifted blue palace, lights stir and
        shine
     Where the glass is domed in the blue, soft air.

     There lies the world, my darling, full of wonder and
         wistfulness and strange
     Recognition and greetings of half-acquaint things, as
         I greet the cloud
     Of blue palace aloft there, among misty indefinite
         dreams that range
     At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings
         of past lives crowd.

     Over the nearness of Norwood Hill, through the
         mellow veil
     Of the afternoon glows to me the old romance of
         David and Dora,
     With the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter
         that shakes the sail
     Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed
         dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.

     All the bygone, hushèd years
     Streaming back where the mist distils
     Into forgetfulness: soft-sailing waters where fears
     No longer shake, where the silk sail fills
     With an unfelt breeze that ebbs over the seas, where
         the storm
     Of living has passed, on and on
     Through the coloured iridescence that swims in the
         warm
     Wake of the tumult now spent and gone,
     Drifts my boat, wistfully lapsing after
     The mists of vanishing tears and the echo of laughter.