Dreams
By Ronald Campbell Macfie
"In the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart"
UNWORTHY! yea,
So high thou art above me
I hardly dare to love thee,
But kneel and lay
All homage and all worship at thy feet,
O lady sweet!
Yet dreams are strong:
Their wordless wish suffices
To win them Paradises
Of sun and song.
Delight our waking life can never know
The dreams bestow.
And in a dream,
Dupe of its bold beguiling,
I watch thy blue eyes smiling;
I see them gleam
With
