Swami Vivekananda

(12 January 1863 - 4 July 1902 / Calcutta / India)

Thou Blessed Dream - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

If things go ill or well —
If joy rebounding spreads the face,
Or sea of sorrow swells —
A play — we each have part,
Each one to weep or laugh as may;
Each one his dress to don —
Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.

Thou dream, O blessed dream!
Spread far and near thy veil of haze,
Tone down the lines so sharp,
Make smooth what roughness seems.

No magic but in thee!
Thy touch make desert bloom to life.
Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
Fell death, the sweet release.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written to Miss Christine Greenstidel from Paris, 14th August 1900.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 29, 2012

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