Poetry

The Poet

Joaquin Miller


  • Yes, I am a dreamer. Yet while you dream,
  • Then 1 am awake. When a child, back through
  • The gates of the past I peer'd, and I knew
  • The land I had lived in. I saw a broad stream,
  • Saw rainbows that compass'd a world in their reach;
  • I saw my beloved go down on the beach;
  • Saw her lean to this earth, saw her looking for me
  • As shipmen look for loved ship at sea
  • While you seek gold in the earth, why, I
  • See gold in the steeps of the starry sky;
  • And which do you think has the fairer view
  • Of God in heaven the dreamer or you?