Classic Poem

When I sleep I do not know
Where my soul makes haste to go,
Through wide spaces faring forth,
To the South or to the North,
Faring East or faring West,
Or on what mysterious quest.

When I sleep my sealèd eyes
Ope to marvels of surprise!
Buried hopes come back to me,
Long-lost loves again I see,
Present, past, and future seem
But as one, the while I dream.

When I sleep I wake again,
Wake to love and joy and pain;
Wake with quickened sense to share
Earth's beatitude of prayer;
Wake to know that night is done
And a new, glad day begun!