Poems by Themis

Dream

Our small dreams having prospered, now we dream

this mighty one:

That the inscrutable hand has widened out

its web of prayer

To draw in each our wish and hope, so dark and

earthly spun,

And hold it in its glistening threads, transfused

to glory there;

That we have found courage enough to snap

these gloaming-bars,

To break at last the pageant-sham of being

beauty's slaves,

And free the idol Phoenix to soar up into the stars

Or burn its red-gold thanks for love in earth's

remotest caves...

Whose scattered ashes are remoulded to body forth

our dreams,

Our mute power to worship away all evil things

from Thee, —

For every dream's a duty here, and every good

that gleams

The other side of Beauty's veil, — as Thy reverse are we.

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