Library:Three Dreams

This poem by Malchor the Second is part of the anthology.

Three Dreams
by Malchor the Second :''Yesternight I dreamed three dreams – Thrice, I trod fast-frozen plains Beneath a grey and angry sky Through windy storms and icy rains. First, I dreamt a single rose Sprang forth upon the barren field. Oh, to touch it! So I longed! And there beside the rose I kneeled. Reaching for it with my hand Naught, I felt, but stinging thorn. Into my heart there came a chill, And for the rose, I’d naught but scorn. Again I dreamt, again I trod Across the lifeless icy fen. There before me from the rime Snow-white lilies sprang just then. Oh, to touch them! So I longed! Beside the lilies, there I kneeled. Yet before they met my hand, Withering, their petals peeled. I dreamt again of howling skies. Ice and wind, they bit and tore. On I trod, mile after mile Until I could go on no more. At my feet, there bloomed a bloom The rarest one to ever grow: A lotus, fair and fiery – To warm my heart and melt the snow. Now awake, I dream no more For I have found my heart’s desire. I tread no fens of frost and hoar, For e’er shall burn the lotus’ fire. ''