• Anoche, estando solo y ya medio dormido,
    mis sueños de otras épocas se me han aparecido.

    Los sueños de esperanzas, de glorias, de alegrías
    y de felicidades que nunca han sido mías,

    se fueron acercando en lentas procesiones
    y de la alcoba oscura poblaron los rincones

    hubo un silencio grave en todo el aposento
    y en el reloj la péndola detúvose al...

  • Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie
    Within this magic globe we call the brain
    Fold quite away, condense, withdraw, refrain,
    And show it tenantless—an empty sky.
    Return, O parting visions, pass not by;
    Nor leave me vacant still, with strivings vain,
    Longing to grasp at your dim garment’s train,
    And be drawn on to sleep’s immunity...

  • Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found,
    Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep,
    Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreams, dost leap
    Upon my spirit’s stage. Then Sight and Sound,
    Then Space and Time, then Language, Mete and Bound,
    And all familiar Forms that firmly keep
    Man’s reason in the road, change faces, peep
    Betwixt the legs...

  • Soul unto SOUL GLOOMS DARKLING
    DISGUISE upon disguise, and then disguise,
    Equivocations at the rose’s heart,
    Life’s surest pay a poet’s forgeries,
    The gossamer gold coinage of our art.
    Why hope for truth? Thy very being slips,
    Lost from thee, in thy crowd of masking moods.
    Why hope for love? Between quick-kissing lips
    Is room and...

  • O For one hour of youthful joy!
      Give back my twentieth spring!
    I ’d rather laugh a bright-haired boy
      Than reign a gray-beard king!

    Off with the spoils of wrinkled age!
      Away with learning’s crown!
    Tear out life’s wisdom-written page,
      And dash its trophies down!

    One moment let my life-blood stream
      From boyhood’...

  • Dreams are the subtle Dower

    That make us rich an Hour —

    Then fling us poor

    Out of the purple Door

    Into the Precinct raw

    Possessed before —

  • Dreams — are well — but Waking's better,

    If One wake at morn —

    If One wake at Midnight — better —

    Dreaming — of the Dawn —


    Sweeter — the Surmising Robins —

    Never gladdened Tree —

    Than a Solid Dawn — confronting —

    Leading to no Day —