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The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, June 1928

Dream Castle

page 30

Dream Castle

There is a castle veiled in silver cloud.
High on the summit of the Mount of Dreams;
Half hidden from the world, secluded, proud,
Its crystal spire in the starlight gleams.

And rainbows dwell there and the souls of flowers,
And songs more sweet than even angels sing;
Soft music floats along the languid hours,
Cool and refreshing as the breath of spring.

And colours bloom there, colours rich and glowing,
Undimmed, untarnished by our denser air;
And glories that we pass each day, unknowing.
Are found in radiant beauty gathered there.

Noise of the world and sorrows of desire,
Battle and strife and pain, all these shall cease;
Yea, Thought itself shall quench the sacred fire,
And all Dream Castle shall be filled with peace.

And only Those Who Dream shall enter here,
Content to let the busy world go by;
The tribute is a smile, a sigh, a tear;
And all the Memory of the Past shall die.

Soft dreams shall soothe them till they seem to sleep,
Beauty and Peace shall lull their minds to rest.
And they will ne'er return to strive and weep.
For Life is sorrow, and to dream is best.

—J.M.