Love in fantastic triumph sat, whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed. A dream it was in which I found myself. And you that hail me now, then hailed me king, in a brave palace that was all my own. Within, and all without it, mine; until drunk with excess of majesty and pride. I thought I towered so big and swelled so wide that of myself I burst the glittering bubble, which my ambition had about me blown and all again was darkness. I was told to live and to love, to laugh and to be glad.

Such a dream, as this, in which I may be walking now, dispensing solemn justice to you shadows, who make believe to listen; but anon Kings, princes, captains, warriors, plume and steel. Ay, even with all your airy theatre, may flit into the air you seem to rend with acclamations, leaving me to wake in the dark tower; or dreaming that I wake. I believed the voice of love and I received my soulmate. I was told to be still and know of the one almighty power, in and through all.

From this that waking is; or this and that, both waking and both dreaming; such a doubt confounds and clouds our mortal life about. However, whether wake or dreaming, this I know how dreamwise human glories come and go; whose momentary tenure not to break, walking as one who knows he soon may wake, so fairly carry the full cup, so well disordered insolence and passion quell, that there be nothing after to upbraid. I was told to let that power work through and in me.

Dreamer or doer in the part he played; whether tomorrow’s dawn shall break the spell, or the last trumpet of the Eternal Day, when dreaming, with the night, shall pass away. Red as the blood that flows through my heart, rain bring me a love that will never part. Bring is soon, bring it fast, a love that is strong, a love that lasts. I know that beauty has entered into my life, and will always remain there. I shall not fear, for the Host of Heaven are waiting upon me, and my love within me is perfect.