Sunday, July 13, 2014

Council for dreamers

Guard well the dream, let no conspiring day,
 No hour of triumph quench the hesitant spark
 Of beauty within the mind that seeks its way
 Like a slow flame hard-struggling out of dark.
 Cherish the dream. Hold to that nameless joy
 That children capture on a sunlit hill.
A thousand hands are striving to destroy;
 Defend each path with all your strength and will.
 Remember, all the glory, all the power
Some day shall be as chaff within the hand.
 Guard well the vision. Then, some distant hour
 When fools, bewildered, empty-hearted, stand
 Before the closing casements of the night,
 Poems shall be your latchkeys, songs your light.


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