A Dream

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A Dream

Over known fields with an old friend in dream

I walked, but came sudden to a strange stream.

Its dark waters were bursting out most bright

From a great mountain’s heart into the light.

They ran a short course under the sun, then back

Into a pit they plunged, once more as black

As at their birth; and I stood thinking there

How white, had the day shone on them, they were,

Heaving and coiling. So by the roar and hiss

And by the mighty motion of the abyss

I was bemused, that I forgot my friend

And neither saw nor sought him till the end,

When I awoke from waters unto men

Saying: “I shall be here some day again.”