English poem
Dream
by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay (1875–1928)
I SEE a spirit Young and eager, Beautiful, too, I think, (Although I cannot see it clearly) It is, by right of its own being, One with all lovely, youthful things; And they, its age-old kindred, Welcome it Saying, "Come, you too are one of us!"
This spirit is my own happy ghost— But I, myself,—alas!