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By Ronald Campbell Macfie

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

So high thou art above me
I hardly dare to love thee,
But kneel and lay
All homage and all worship at thy feet,
O 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,
Dupe of its bold beguiling,
I watch thy blue eyes smiling ;
I see them gleam


                        196 Dreams

With love the waking moments have forbidden,
And veiled and hidden.

O brave deceit !
In dreams thy glad eyes glisten,
In dreams I lie and listen
Thy bosom beat,
Hiving hot lips among thy temple-hair,
O lady fair !

And tho’ I live,
Dreaming in such fair fashion,
I think, in thy compassion,
Thou wilt forgive,
Since I but dream, and since my heart will ache
When I awake.

MLA citation:

Macfie, Ronald Campbell. “Dreams.” The Yellow Book, vol. 2, July 1894, pp. 195-196. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019.