Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="17"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>The Vision</p> <p>I come from lonely downs and silent woods,<br/> With winter in my heart, a withered world,<br/> A heavy weight of dark and sorrowful things,<br/> And all my dreams spread out their rainbow wings,<br/> And turn again to those bright solitudes<br/> Where Beauty met me in a thousand moods,<br/> And all her shining banners were unfurled . . .<br/> And where I snatched from the sweet hands of Spring<br/> A crystal cup and drank a mystic wine,<br/> And walked alone a secret perfumed way,<br/> And saw the glittering Angels at their play.<br/> And heard the golden birds of Heaven sing,<br/> And woke . . . to find white lilies clustering<br/> And all the emerald wood an empty shrine,<br/> Fragrant with myrrh and frankincense and spice,<br/> And echoing yet the flutes of Paradise . . .</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />