THE INN OF DREAMS Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight! My heart is like a lighted Inn that waits Your swift approach . . . and at the open gates White Beauty stands and listens like a flower. She has been dreaming of you in the night, O fairy Princes; and her eyes are bright. Spur your fleet horses, this is Beauty's hour! Even as when a golden flame up-curled Quivers and flickers out in a dark place, So is it with the flame of Beauty's face- That torch! that rose! that wonder of the world! And Love shall weep to see-when he rides by Years hence (the time shall seem as a bird's flight)- A lonely Inn beneath a winter sky. Come now, sweet friends! before the summer die. Sweet Laughter! Sweet Delight!