The Dream in the Wood
The beauty of the day put joy,
Unbounded, in the woodland's breast,
Through which the wind,like some wild boy,
Ran on and took no rest.
The little stream that made its home,
Under the spicewood bough and beech,
Hummed to its heart a song of foam,
Or with the moss held speech.
And he, whose heart was weighed with tears,
And who had come to seek a dream,
For a dim while forgot his fears,
Hearkening the wind and stream.
The wind for him assumed a form, —
A child's, with wildflowers in its hair;
It seemed to take him by the arm
To lead him far from care.
The streamlet raised a hand of spray
By every rock, and waved him on,
Whispering, "Come, take this wildwood way,
And find your dream long gone."
And he, who heard and followed these,
Came on a secret place apart,—
And there, behold! the dream of peace
He found in his own heart.
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