A man in dream may fall asleep
and dream dissolve away,
for sleep may fade to waking light
as glory fills the day;
the dream within the dream will flow
into some wakeful joy
as sleep itself will fall asleep
and, sleeping, be destroyed.
On the waves of the sea, where the small whales ride,
the glimmer and glory of the sun alights;
crisp, cold, and fresh, the tumbles of foam
in whiteness are spraying, enjoying a game,
and wind, like the Spirit of God in His might,
pours over creation and harries us home.