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1858
A DAY-DREAM
by William Cullen Bryant
A DAY DREAM -
A day-dream by the dark-blue deep;
Was it a dreamor something more?
I sat where Posilippo's steep
With its gray shelveso'erhung the shore. -
On ruined Roman walls around
The poppy flauntedfor 'twas May;
And at my feetwith gentle sound
Broke the light billows of the bay. -
I sat and watched the eternal flow
Of those smooth billows toward the shore
While quivering lines of light below
Ran with them on the ocean-floor: -
Tillfrom the deepthere seemed to rise
White arms upon the waves outspread
Young faceslit with soft blue eyes
And smoothround cheeksjust touched with red. -
Their longfair tressestinged with gold
Lay floating on the ocean-streams
And such their brows as bards behold-
Love-stricken bards- in morning dreams. -
Then moved their coral lips; a strain
Lowsweet and sorrowfulI heard
As if the murmurs of the main
Were shaped to syllable and word. -
"The sight thou dimly dost behold
Ohstranger from a distant sky!
Was oftenin the days of old
Seen by the clearbelieving eye. -
"Then danced we on the wrinkled sand
Sat in cool caverns by the sea
Or wandered up the bloomy land
To talk with shepherds on the lea. -
"To usin stormsthe seaman prayed
And where our rustic altars stood
His little children came and laid
The fairest flowers of field and wood. -
"Oh woea longunending woe!
For who shall knit the ties again
That linked the sea-nymphslong ago
In kindly fellowship with men? -
"Earth rears her flowers for us no more;
A half-remembered dream are we;
Unseen we haunt the sunny shore
And swimunmarkedthe glassy sea. -
"And we have none to love or aid
But wanderheedless of mankind
With shadows by the cloud-rack made
With moaning wave and sighing wind. -
"Yet sometimesas in elder days
We come before the painter's eye
Or fix the sculptor's eager gaze
With no profaner witness nigh. -
"And then the words of men grow warm
With praise and wonderasking where
The artist saw the perfect form
He copied forth in lines so fair." -
As thus they spokewith wavering sweep
Floated the graceful forms away;
Dimmer and dimmerthrough the deep
I saw the white arms gleam and play. -
Fainter and fainteron mine ear
Fell the soft accents of their speech
Till Iat lastcould only hear
The waves run murmuring up the beach. - -
THE END