The Dream-Spirit Sings

Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer (1851–1934)

Poems

Sleep—yet wake!Come with meThough thy feet quit not thy bed.We shall take,Buoyantly,Roads with glamour overspread.

Sleep—yet wake!Ope thine eyes,Though their lids shall not unclose,Where I makeParadiseThat no daytime vision shows.

Drawing nowCloud-wreaths backFrom the world of might-have-been,I shall goOn a trackOnly by thy longings seen.

Follow me:I will leadWhere denial speaketh not;Thou shalt beWholly freedFrom the limits of thy lot.

Though the lightMock thy woeUntil e'en thy longings tire,In the night,Journeying so,Thou shalt clasp thy soul's desire.