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A WAKING DREAM, FR. ISABEL CLARE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Dreaming in the twilight
Last Line: Alive before my eyes.


Dreaming in the twilight,
When the shades creep o'er the hill;
Watching, when the sun is gone,
How the grey, cold night comes on,
Awake, yet dreaming still.

Then I dream of dead ones,
Of my life the joy and light,
And I see them round me rise,
And I feel their cold calm eyes
Gaze on me through the night.

Dreaming by the firelight,
When the wintry night is chill--
Watching fire-sparks upward fly,
While the embers sink and die--
Awake, yet dreaming still.

Then I dream of fair souls
From dead ashes issuing bright,
And I see my dead arise,
Soaring heavenward through the skies,
In the death-dark night.

Dreaming in the sunlight,
When the summer noon is still--
Watching in the deep blue sky
Clouds of white, gold-cinctured lie--
Awake, yet dreaming still.

Then I dream of heaven,
Far beyond those tranquil skies,
And I see, 'mid angels bright,
My dead, in robes of gold and white,
Alive before my eyes.





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