27.12.2010, 12:03
A DREAM.
I dream'd a morning dream—a torrent brought
From fruitless hills, was rushing deep and wide :
It ran in rapids, like impatient thought ;
It wheel'd in eddies, like bewilder'd pride :
Bleak-faced Neology, in cap and gown,
Peer'd up the channel of the spreading tide,
As, with a starved expectancy, he cried,
' When will the Body of the Christ come down ? '
He came—not It, but He ! no rolling waif
Tost by the waves—no drown'd and helpless form-
But with unlapsing stej), serene and safe.
As once He trod the waters in the storm ;
The gownsman trembled as his God went by —
I look'd again, the torrent-bed was dry.
I dream'd a morning dream—a torrent brought
From fruitless hills, was rushing deep and wide :
It ran in rapids, like impatient thought ;
It wheel'd in eddies, like bewilder'd pride :
Bleak-faced Neology, in cap and gown,
Peer'd up the channel of the spreading tide,
As, with a starved expectancy, he cried,
' When will the Body of the Christ come down ? '
He came—not It, but He ! no rolling waif
Tost by the waves—no drown'd and helpless form-
But with unlapsing stej), serene and safe.
As once He trod the waters in the storm ;
The gownsman trembled as his God went by —
I look'd again, the torrent-bed was dry.