: The Inn of Dreams by Custance Olive - Poetry

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Dedication . . . v The Inn of Dreams . . . 3 The Kingdom of Heaven . . . 5 A Dream . . . 6 The Autumn Day . . . 8 Angels . . . 10 The Changeling . . . 11 A Song Against Care . . . 14 "Quelque part une Enfance tr?s douce et mourir" . . . 16 Candle-Light . . . 18 In the South . . . 20 Spring in the South . . . 22 "I am Weary, let me Sleep" . . . 24 Grief . . . 26 Daffodil Dawn . . . 28 Beauty . . . 29 The Vision . . . 31 The Dance . . . 33 The Prisoner of God . . . 36 The Storm . . . 38 St. Anthony . . . 41 Black Butterflies . . . 43 In Praise of Youth . . . 45 Opal Song . . . 47 Gifts . . . 48 Primrose Hill . . . 50 A Morning Song . . . 52 The Wings of Fortune . . . 53 Shadow-Nets . . . 55 Peacocks. A Mood . . . 56 Hyacinthus . . . 58 Hylas . . . 61 Blue Flowers . . . 63 Madrigal . . . 64 Endymion . . . 65 Dance Song . . . 66 A Memory . . . 67 The Photograph . . . 69 St. Sebastian . . . 71 The Magic Mirrors . . . 73

The Inn of Dreams

Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight! My heart is like a lighted Inn that waits Your swift approach . . . and at the open gates White Beauty stands and listens like a flower. She has been dreaming of you in the night, O fairy Princes; and her eyes are bright. Spur your fleet horses, this is Beauty's hour! Even as when a golden flame up-curled Quivers and flickers out in a dark place, So is it with the flame of Beauty's face-- That torch! that rose! that wonder of the world! And Love shall weep to see--when he rides by Years hence -- A lonely Inn beneath a winter sky. Come now, sweet friends! before the summer die. Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight!

The Kingdom of Heaven

Yet in the heart of every child, God and the world are reconciled! . . .

A Dream

I dreamed we walked together, you and I, Along a white and lonely road, that went I know not where . . . and we were well content. Our laughter was untroubled as the sky, And all our talk was delicate and shy, Though in that cage of words wild thoughts were pent Like prisoned birds that some sweet accident Might yet release to sing again, and fly. We passed between long lines of poplar trees . . . Where, summer comrades gay and debonair, The south wind and the sunlight danced . . . you smiled, With great glad eyes, as bright as summer seas, To feel their twinkling fingers in your hair . . And then you kissed me, quickly, like a child!

The Autumn Day

How delicately steps the autumn day In azure cloak and gown of ashen grey Over the level country that I love!

With glittering veils of light about her head And skirts of wide horizons round her spread White as the white wing-feathers of a dove.

Her feet, a flash of silver on the sea, Chase silver sails that fly untiringly Towards the enchanted Islands of the West.

Beautiful Islands, gardens of delight! That flower at dawn with roses red and white . . . And flame at sunset gold and amethyst . . .

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