Poems (Van Rensselaer)/The Dream-Spirit Sings

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THE DREAM-SPIRIT SINGS
 Sleep—yet wake!
 Come with me
Though 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 make
 Paradise
That no daytime vision shows.

 Drawing now
 Cloud-wreaths back
From the world of might-have-been,
 I shall go
 On a track
Only by thy longings seen.

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 Follow me:
 I will lead
Where denial speaketh not;
 Thou shalt be
 Wholly freed
From the limits of thy lot.

 Though the light
 Mock thy woe
Until e'en thy longings tire,
 In the night,
 Journeying so,
Thou shalt clasp thy soul's desire.

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