The Poetry Corner

In Sleep

By Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson Meynell

I dreamt (no "dream" awake-a dream indeed) A wrathful man was talking in the park: "Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need And leave us in the dark? "There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart In God, no love"-his oratory here, Taking the paupers and the cripples part, Was broken by a tear. And then it seemed that One who did create Compassion, who alone invented pity, Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate, Out from the muttering city; Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, Bent oer the speaker close, saw the tear rise, And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, In those impassioned eyes.