WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour
Their floods in Slumber Seas
Lives all night long within a song
Of murmuring mysteries.

Where stars are lit above the pit
That holds the hollow dark,
Into their dawn he shall sail on
In an enchanted barque.

He shall not fear tho’ in his ear
The thrusting cranks of Time,
Thro’ blaze and gloom, with crash and boom,
Ring in tremendous rhyme,

Beyond the cloud that doth enshroud
Saturn with beauteous bands,
Where at the knees of Hyades
Creation claps her hands.

He shall bow low to God and know
Keen sorrow and delight,
The day’s full pride and eventide,
The inmost thoughts of night.

Into their calm white waves of balm
His soul shall plunge and swim,
Past silver-globed full moons unrobed
That float round Heaven’s rim.

He shall bow low to God and know
God, and be known of Him;
He shall surprise within the skies
The watching Seraphim.

He shall be known about the Throne
When names are named above,
As one redeemed through dreams he dreamed—
As one Beloved of Love.

David MacDonald Ross

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreamer/