5 r =o 5 2 1 9 ."-' THE DREAM By JOHN MAS EFI EL D THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES IN MEMORY OF PAUL TURNER, U.S.M.CR. KILLED IN ACTION, SAIPAN JUNE, 1944 OF THIS LIMITED, AUTOGRAPHED EDITION OF THE DREAM 7SO COPIES HAVE BEEN PRINTED OF WHICH THIS IS J . THE DREAM BY JOHN MASEFIELD Gallipoli King Cole Right Royal The Faithful Lost Endeavor Selected Poems A Mainsail Haul Captain Margaret The Daffodil Fields The Old Front Line Esther and Berenice Multitude and Solitude The War and the Future Collected Poems and Plays Enslaved and Other Poems Salt Water Poems and Ballads Good Friday and Other Poems Philip the King and Other Poems The Tragedy of Pompey the Great Lollingdon Downs and Other Poems The Tragedy of Nan and Other Plays Reynard the Fox, or The Ghost Heath Run The Story of a Round-House and Other Poems The Locked Chest; and The Sweeps of Ninety-Eight The Everlasting Mercy and the Widow in the Bye Street THE DREAM BY JOHN MASEFIELD j$cto gorfe THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1922 All rights reserved COPYRIGHT, 1911, BvJOHN MASEFIELD. Published June, 1922 p/e THE DREAM 852472 \\ 7EARY with many thoughts I went to bed And lay for hours staring at the night, Thinking of all the millions of the dead Who used man's flesh, as I, and loved the light, Yet died, for all their power and delight, For all their love, and never came again, Never, for all our crying, all our pain. [711 There, through the open windows at my side, I saw the stars, and all the tossing wood, And, in the moonlight, mothy owls that cried, Floating along the covert for their food. The night was as a spirit that did brood Upon the dead, those multitudes of death That had such colour once, and now are breath. "And all this beauty of the world," I thought, "This glory given by God, this life that teems, What can we know of them? for life is nought, A few short hours of blindness, shot by gleams, A few short days of mastery of dreams After long years of effort, then an end, Then dust on good and bad, on foe and friend." So, weary with the little time allowed To use the power that takes so long to learn, I sorrowed as I lay; now low, now loud Came music from an hautboy and zithern. The house was dark, and yet a light did burn There where they played, and in the wainscotting The mice that love the dark were junketing. CM 3 So, what with sorrow and the noise that seemed Like voices speaking from the night's dark heart To tell her secret in a tongue undreamed, I fell into a dream and walked apart Into the night (I thought) into the swart, Thin, lightless air in which the planet rides; I trod on dark air upward with swift strides. Though in my dream I gloried as I trod Because I knew that I was striding there Far from this trouble to the peace of God Where all things glow and beauty is made bare. A dawning seemed beginning everywhere, And then I came into a grassy place, Where beauty of bright heart has quiet face. Lovely it was, and there a castle stood Mighty and fair, with golden turrets bright, Crowned with gold vanes that swung at the wind's mood Full many a hundred feet up in the light. The walls were all i'-carven with delight Like stone become alive. I entered in. Smoke drifted by: I heard a violin. And as I heard, it seemed, that long before That music had crept ghostly to my hearing Even as a ghost along the corridor Beside dark panelled walls with portraits peering ; It crept into my brain, blessing and spearing Out of the past, yet all I could recall Was some dark room with firelight on the wall. So, entering in, I crossed the mighty hall ; The volleying smoke from firewood blew about. The wind-gusts stirred the hangings on the wall So that the woven chivalry stood out Wave-like and charging, putting all to rout The evil things they fought with, men like beasts, Wolf soldiers, tiger kings, hyena priests. CI93 And, steadfast as though frozen, swords on hips, Old armour stood at sentry with old spears Clutched in steel gloves that glittered at the grips, Yet housed the little mouse with pointed ears: Old banners drooped above, frayed into tears With age and moth that fret the soldier's glory. I saw a swallow in the clerestory. And always from their frames the eyes looked down Of most intense souls painted in their joy, Their great brows jewelled bright as by a crown Of their own thoughts, that nothing can destroy, Because pure thought is life without alloy, Life's very essence from the flesh set free A wonder and delight eternally. And climbing up the stairs with arras hung, I looked upon a court of old stones grey, Where o'er a globe of gold a galleon swung Creaking with age and showing the wind's way. There, flattered to a smile, the barn cat lay Tasting the sun with purrings drowsily, Sun-soaked, content, with drowsed green-slitted eye. I did not know what power led me on Save the all-living joy of what came next. Down the dim passage, doors of glory shone, Old panels glowed with many a carven text, Old music came in strays, my mind was vext With many a leaping thought; beyond each door I thought to meet some friend, dead long before. So on I went, and by my side, it seemed, Paced a great bull, kept from me by a brook Which lipped the grass about it as it streamed Over the flagroots that the grayling shook ; Red-felled the bull was, and at times he took Assayment of the red earth with his horn And wreaked his rage upon the sod uptorn. Yet when I looked was nothing but the arras There at my side, with woven knights who glowed In coloured silks the running stag to harass, There was no stream, yet in my mind abode The sense of both beside me as I strode, And lovely faces leaned, and pictures came Of water in a great sheet like a flame; Water in terror like a great snow falling, Like wool, like smoke, into a vast abysm, With thunder of gods fighting and death calling And gleaming sunbeams splitted by the prism And cliffs that rose and eagles that took chrism Even in the very seethe, and then a cave Where at a fire I mocked me at the wave. Mightily rose the cliffs ; and mighty trees Grew on them ; and the caverns, channelled deep, Cut through them like dark veins; and like the seas, Roaring, the desperate water took its leap ; Yet dim within the cave, like sound in sleep, Came the fall's voice ; my flitting fire made More truth to me than all the water said. Yet when I looked, there was the arras only, The passage stretching on, the pictured faces, The violin below complaining lonely, Creeping with sweetness in the mind's sad places, And all my mind was trembling with the traces Of long dead things, of beautiful sweet friends Long since made one with that which never ends. C3O And as I went the wall seemed built of flowers, Long, golden cups of tulips, with firm stems, Warm-smelling, for the black bees' drunken hours; Striped roses for princesses' diadems; And butterflies there were like living gems, Scarlet and black, blue damaskt, mottled, white, Colour alive and happy, living light. Then through a door I passed into a room Where Daniel stood, as I had seen him erst, In wisest age, in all its happiest bloom, Deep in the red and black of books immerst. I would have spoken to him had I durst, But might not, I, in that bright chamber strange, Where, even as I lookt, the walls did change. For now the walls were as a toppling sea, Green, with white crest, on which a ship emerging, Strained, with her topsails whining wrinklingly, Dark with the glittering sea fires of her surging, And, now with thundering horses and men urging, The walls were fields on which men rode in pride, On horses that tossed firedust in their stride. C353 And now, the walls were harvest fields whose corn Trembled beneath the wrinkling wind in waves All golden ripe and ready to be shorn By sickling sunburnt reapers singing staves, And now, the walls were dark with wandering caves That sometimes glowed with fire and sometimes burned Where men on anvils fiery secrets learned. And all these forms of thought, and myriads more, Passed into books and into Daniel's hand, So that he smiled at having such great store All red and black as many as the sand, Studded with crystals, clasped with many a band Of hammered steel. I saw him standing there. After I woke his pleasure filled the air. 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