Near and Far (Blunden)/Dream Encounters
Dream Encounters
The measureless houses of dreams,
And the magic of hours within hours;
And those who pass by like clear Streams,
Pass by us, on a journey not ours!
The eyes that we know and we fear,
As waters of Castaly clear,
That gaze that should once have been sweet,
Now a terror to meet!
—Yet, both in one corridor narrowly led,
Those steps in another intensity tread;
There is space that convenes us, but holds us apart;
Sunlight and sunlight, distinctly combined,
As a wish with the wind
And all heaven with one heart.
And the magic of hours within hours;
And those who pass by like clear Streams,
Pass by us, on a journey not ours!
The eyes that we know and we fear,
As waters of Castaly clear,
That gaze that should once have been sweet,
Now a terror to meet!
—Yet, both in one corridor narrowly led,
Those steps in another intensity tread;
There is space that convenes us, but holds us apart;
Sunlight and sunlight, distinctly combined,
As a wish with the wind
And all heaven with one heart.