Arthur Davison Ficke

LIKE him whose spirit in the blaze of noon

Still keeps the memory of one secret star

That in the dusk of a remembered June

Thrilled the strange hour with beauty from afar—

And perilous spells of twilight snare his heart,

And wistful moods his common thoughts subdue,

And life seethes by him utterly apart—

Last night I dreamed, today I dream, of you.

Gleams downward strike; bright bubbles upward hover

Through the charmed air; far sea-winds cool my brow.

Invisible lips tell me I shall discover

Today a temple, a mystery, a vow …

The cycle rounds: only the false seems true.

Last night I dreamed, today I dream, of you.