REALITY.
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A FANCY
Fade lesser dreams, that, built of tenderness, Young trust and tinted hopes, have led me long. These jagged ways ye whiled will pain me less Than hath your falsity. Your spirit song Sent magic wafted up and down along The waves of wind to me. Your world was real. There was no ruder world that I could feel. I lived in dreams and thought you all I would, Nor knew what dread, bare truth is doomed to rise, When love and hope and all but one far Good, Like sunset lands feel the cold night of lies.
Go, sweetest visions, die amid my tears, For hence, nor cheered, nor blinded, must I seek That larger dream that cannot fade; though years Of leaden days and leagues of by-path bleak Must intervene, with austere sadness gray, Fade dimmer! lest in agony I turn, And heartsick seek ye, though the Fates shriek "Nay!" And the wroth heavens with judgment lightnings burn.
Go useless lesser dreams. And where they were, Rise, grave aërial Good! Thy texture's true. There is no good can die. "No ill," says Time, "can bear, However beautiful, my long, long earnest view."