DREAMS
To Sheelah
Scene.—A deep valley wrapped in shadow
The Man.—His Dreams
The Man
Hither they drove me, there is nothing now
To help me, they will claim their lives from me—
They will wound me with their unrelenting wings.
(He gazes wildly round.)
The gods have wrought my soul in no wise mood
Nor worthy; seeing they gave it human life,
And love of beauty and song and sweet desires—
Then bade it wander, lonely, over earth.
A weaver of dreams it was, yet very weak—
To help me, they will claim their lives from me—
They will wound me with their unrelenting wings.
(He gazes wildly round.)
The gods have wrought my soul in no wise mood
Nor worthy; seeing they gave it human life,
And love of beauty and song and sweet desires—
Then bade it wander, lonely, over earth.
A weaver of dreams it was, yet very weak—
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