The Dreamer

WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour  
 Their floods in Slumber Seas  
Lives all night long within a song  
 Of murmuring mysteries.  
 
Where stars are lit above the pit  
 That holds the hollow dark,  
Into their dawn he shall sail on  
 In an enchanted barque.  
 
He shall not fear tho’ in his ear  
 The thrusting cranks of Time,  
Thro’ blaze and gloom, with crash and boom,  
 Ring in tremendous rhyme,  
 
Beyond the cloud that doth enshroud  
 Saturn with beauteous bands,  
Where at the knees of Hyades  
 Creation claps her hands.  
 
He shall bow low to God and know  
 Keen sorrow and delight,  
The day’s full pride and eventide,  
 The inmost thoughts of night.  
 
Into their calm white waves of balm  
 His soul shall plunge and swim,  
Past silver-globed full moons unrobed  
 That float round Heaven’s rim.  
 
He shall bow low to God and know  
 God, and be known of Him;  
He shall surprise within the skies  
 The watching Seraphim.  
 
He shall be known about the Throne  
 When names are named above,  
As one redeemed through dreams he dreamed—  
 As one Beloved of Love.