Dream and Deed
What of the deed without the dream? A song
Reft of its music, and a scentless rose.
Except the heart outsoar the hand, the throng
Will bless thee little for thy labor-throes.
The dream without the deed? Dawn's fairy gold,
Paled, ere it wake the hills, to misty gray.
Except the hand obey the heart, behold,
Thy grieved angel turns his face away.
Reft of its music, and a scentless rose.
Except the heart outsoar the hand, the throng
Will bless thee little for thy labor-throes.
The dream without the deed? Dawn's fairy gold,
Paled, ere it wake the hills, to misty gray.
Except the hand obey the heart, behold,
Thy grieved angel turns his face away.
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