Posts Tagged ‘dream’

The Song and the Star

I picked up a tattered, old little book of poems by Clara Webber last year at a book fair. Out of curiosity I did an internet search but I didn’t come up with much information. The book is called Flotsam and Jetsam and it was published in 1905. The themes of her poems are Love, Philosophy, Life, Seasons, Regret, Friendship and Poetry. This is one of her works:

 The Song and the Star
(For Music)

                                              There’s a song for all the ages,
                                                                                         Sung for me,
                                              To a stately measured music,
                                              Thro’ deep silences that quiver –
                                              Golden sunlight in the river –
                                              I can hear its message stealing,
                                              Life’s deep inner life revealing:
                                              Now it holds me so – and holds me,
                                              Its deep glory now enfolds me
                                              Till I faint with its rich ecstasy
                                                              The sweetness of the song.

                                              There’s a star in yonder heavens
                                                                                          Far too high
                                              To reach down: Earth’s so low.
                                                                                           You and I
                                              Will have grown too sad and weary
                                              With earth noises long and dreary.
                                               Thro’ deep silences that quiver –
                                              – Length’ning shade on shining river –
                                               I can hear its death-note ringing
                                              Thro’ the shadow round us clinging
                                                                                           You and I

                                              Love, the shadow on the river,
                                              Will grow bright in the “Forever,”
                                              And the song that you are singing,
                                              Will grow sweeter in the ringing,
                                              When the thread of life is wasted,
                                               And the bitter herb all tasted –
                                                                          In the Life that is to be !


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Can anyone guess where this photograph was taken? It is overlooking an ancient city in a country which holds about 3 million people, but has over 10 million people scattered around the world.

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This photograph was taken by my friend when we roamed on the rocks that shape the end of the beach. It was a beautiful day.

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I love this song and the lyrics as performed by Celtic Woman.

Even though it speaks of the Isle of Inisfree, if you substitute this Isle with a place far away that you love and miss; it could easily be your song.

I’ve met some folks
Who say that I’m a dreamer
And I’ve no doubt
There’s truth in what they say
But sure a body’s bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away

And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him o’er
The land across the sea
Especially when it happens he’s an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree

And when the moonlight
Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city
Wondrous though it be
I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter
I’m once again back home in Inisfree

I wonder o’er green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace
No other land would know
I hear the birds make
music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flow

And then into a humble shack I wander–
My dear old home–
And tenderly behold
The folks I love
Around the turf fire gathered
On bended knee
Their rosary is told

But dreams don’t last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I’m back
To stern reality
But though they pave
The footways here with gold dust
I still would choose
My Isle of Inisfree

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My first original photo + quote combination. I took this photograph two years ago and wrote that line in an email to my best friend sometime this week.

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