Through The Dreams That Are Gone (From, Illuminating Night)

Through the dreams that are gone, In the light of none to-night; There is swift in each their aileron, Through the darkening of light. War and wounds of sorrel dreams, Blooming fields that grow on near; Everything into the rustle seems, When again the daybreaks appear. The fantasies ruling within reach, A single task like a prisoner's diet; Accurate by far lonely to teach, Logic between a try to be quiet. Grows of walls of blank thoughts, Within bared windows of no view; Emancipated reason of a bowknot, Without more unanswerable argue. Like the roses and the dark daisies, Poet's spring is drawing here on; In close keep of sleeping coveys, Till each the demurrage's fully done. Transformed delights once more, Coming through the summer's ray; Opening hue to the colorful door, In the clearings of a beautiful day.