The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (2.1894)

Dreams

By Ronald Camphell Macfie

" In the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart"

I hardly dare to love thee,
But kneel and lay

All homage and all worship at thy feet,

0 lady sweet!

Yet dreams are strong :
Their wordless wish suffices
To win them Paradises
Of sun and song.

Delight our waking life can never know
The dreams bestow.

And in a dream,

Düpe of its bold beguiling,

1 watch thy blue eyes smiling;
I see them gleam

With