Dream-Songs for the Belovèd

Chapter 22: A SONG

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About This Book

An intimate collection of lyrical poems that weave dreamlike imagery, devotional longing, and quiet philosophical reflection. The speaker addresses a beloved presence and considers love as both gift and transformative occupation, often finding silence and music in place of conventional expression. Imagery moves between night, pastoral meadows, classical myth, and fogbound streets to explore memory, beauty, loss, and the creative impulse. Forms vary from short lyrics and sonnet-like pieces to longer idylls and mythic narratives, shifting voice between intimate address and contemplative reportage. The overall mood balances tenderness and austerity, repeatedly returning to themes of spiritual vision and the limits of language.

A SONG

It means so little to you

To sing a note as you pass,

To smile your thanks to the day

For donning its cloudless blue

And then to go your way,

And leave behind in the grass

The print of your little shoe

Or a petal dropt from your rose

And your touch on the vine that grows

Over my cottage door:

It is nothing at all to you.

But to me, it is alms to the poor,

And the light of day to the blind,

And hope to the desolate;

Though you never have once glanced through

The window where, half-defined,

Half-hidden, I watch and wait—

For it means so little to you.