A Dream Song

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A Dream Song

I dreamed of a song⁠—I heard it sung;

In the ear of my soul its strange notes rung.

What were its words I could not tell,

Only the voice I heard right well,

For its tones unearthly my spirit bound

In a calm delirium of mystic sound⁠—

Held me floating, alone and high,

Placeless and silent, drinking my fill

Of dews that from cloudless skies distil

On desert places that thirst and sigh.

’Twas a woman’s voice, deep calling to deep,

Rousing old echoes that all day sleep

In cavern and solitude, each apart,

Here and there in the waiting heart;⁠—

A voice with a wild melodious cry

Reaching and longing afar and high.

Sorrowful triumph, and hopeful strife,

Gainful death, and new-born life,

Thrilled in each note of the prophet-song.

In my heart it said: O Lord, how long

Shall we groan and travail and faint and pray,

Ere thy lovely kingdom bring the day!