Of one who came with eyes of bliss
And brow of calm and lips of prayer.
Said I—“How wonderful is this!
Where are the faces once that cried—
‘Give us the dream for which we died’?”
The answer fell as soft as sleep,—
“I am of those who, having cried
So long in that tumultuous deep,
Have won the dream for which we died.”
And then said I—“Which dream was true?