Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

George Macdonald 1824–1905



I DREAM’D that I woke from a dream,

And the house was full of light;

At the window two angel Sorrows

Held back the curtains of night.

The door was wide, and the house

Was full of the morning wind;

At the door two armed warders

Stood silent, with faces blind.

I ran to the open door,

For the wind of the world was sweet;

The warders with crossing weapons

Turn’d back my issuing feet.

I ran to the shining windows—

There the winged Sorrows stood;

Silent they held the curtains,

And the light fell through in a flood.

I clomb to the highest window—

Ah! there, with shadow’d brow,

Stood one lonely radiant Sorrow,

And that, my love, was thou.