Splendours miraculous
    Mixed with his pain
All like a vision of
    Radiance and rain!
He faced the sea, the skies,
Old star-like thoughts did rise;
But tears were in his eyes,
    Stifled in vain.

Infinite tokens of
    Sorrows set free
Came in the dreaming wind
    Far from the sea!
Past years about him trooped,
Fair phantoms round him stooped,
Sweet faces o’er him drooped
    Sad as could be!

“This is our brother now:
    Sisters, deplore
Man without purpose, like
    Ship without shore!
He tracks false fire,” one said,
“But weep you—he must tread
Whereto he may be led—
    Lost evermore.”

“Look,” said another,
    “Summit and slope
Burn, in the mountain-land—
    Basement and cope!
Till daylight, dying dim,
Faints on the world’s red rim,
We’ll tint this Dream for him
    Even—with hope!”