The Poetry Corner

Our Dreams

By Madison Julius Cawein

Spare us our Dreams, O God! The dream we dreamed When we were children and dwelt near the Land Of Faery, which our Childhood often planned To reach, beholding where its towers gleamed: The dream our Youth put seaward with; that streamed With Love's wild hair, or beckoned with the hand Of stout Adventure: Then that dream which spanned Our Manhood's skies with fame; that shone, it seemed, The one fixed star of purpose, fair and far, The dream of great achievement, in the heaven Of our desire, and gave the soul strong wings: Then that last dream, through which these others are Made true: The dream that holds us at Life's even, The mortal hope of far immortal things.