Being Only A Dream

Mary Austin

You should have weighted my dream of you
With a leaden reality;
Then it would have gone down
Like some shotted mariner,
Leaving the following seas
All open to the stars.

Being only a dream,
There’s never a wave
Lifting from blue to chrysoprase,
Never an opal shine on the wet beaches,
Nor auklet shattering
The twilight’s pure obsidian,
Never a swift wing-flash of beauty anywhere,
But my dream of you is there.