A Dream of Poem Dolly Radford

A Dream of Poem

ALL day I read your book; at Eve
Your dreams into my dark sleep stole,
Through the unbroken hours to weave
A picture for my soul.
Now from the deep inspired night
I rise, and, near and stretching far,
I see the earth lie clear and bright
Beneath one morning star.
The great World-Spirit watching still
Broods over all with folded wings,
And ever down-cast eyes until
The first bird wakes and sings,
And through the eastern cloud the sun
Breaks with a new unnumbered day
And now His watching is all done–
The night has passed away.
He turns toward the dawn, and I
Wait as he breathes the sweet fresh air,
Then with a new-born joy I cry
To see His face so fair.