by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 - 1916)

The harbor of dreams
Language: English 
Only a whispering gale
Flutters the wings of the boat;
Only a bird in the vale
Lends to the silence a note
Mellow, subdued, and remote:
This is the twilight of peace,
This is the hour of release,
Free of all worry and fret,
Clean of all care and regret,
When like a bird in its nest
Fancy lies folded to rest.

This is the margin of sleep;
Here let the anchor be cast;
Here in forgetfulness deep,
Now that the journey is past,
Lower the sails from the mast.
Here is the bay of content,
Heaven and earth interblent;
Here is the haven that lies
Close to the gates of surprise;
Here all like Paradise seems --
Here is the harbor of dreams.

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Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler

This text was added to the website: 2012-05-19
Line count: 22
Word count: 123