The Dreamer

WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour   
 Their floods in Slumber Seas   
Lives all night long within a song   
 Of murmuring mysteries.   
  
Where stars are lit above the pit           
 That holds the hollow dark,   
Into their dawn he shall sail on   
 In an enchanted barque.   
  
He shall not fear tho’ in his ear   
 The thrusting cranks of Time,           
Thro’ blaze and gloom, with crash and boom,   
 Ring in tremendous rhyme,   
  
Beyond the cloud that doth enshroud   
 Saturn with beauteous bands,   
Where at the knees of Hyades           
 Creation claps her hands.   
  
He shall bow low to God and know   
 Keen sorrow and delight,   
The day’s full pride and eventide,   
 The inmost thoughts of night.           
  
Into their calm white waves of balm   
 His soul shall plunge and swim,   
Past silver-globed full moons unrobed   
 That float round Heaven’s rim.   
  
He shall bow low to God and know           
 God, and be known of Him;   
He shall surprise within the skies   
 The watching Seraphim.   
  
He shall be known about the Throne   
 When names are named above,           
As one redeemed through dreams he dreamed—   
 As one Beloved of Love.