Classic Poem

Though long my youth hath flown, and now
The gloaming darkly gleams,
I feel the morning flush my brow
From out the dale of dreams.

Though lone I wander far and wide,
A Presence near me seems,
A gentle wraith is by my side
Born in the vale of dreams.

A spirit calls me from afar
Across the phantom streams
And beckons as the morning star
Above the dale of dreams.

My twilight comes; the night is near,
Yet brightly memory beams,
And brings again the smile — the tear
From out the vale of dreams.

Though youth is dead, yet in the heart
The morning rapture gleams;
My spirit dwells with one apart
Within the dale of dreams.