|Marcus - A Summer's Dream|
|Thursday, February 24, 1927|
|As I lay asleep at midnight,|
A thought came stealing over me:
A shadow of a great disaster,
The passing of my Love at sea.
I heard the chimes of Angelus,
It sounded sad but ringing clear;
I had a glimpse of dear heaven,
For my Love was a-going there.
The ship was lost in the ocean,
As the storm had raged and past;
Every soul was clothed in sadness,
But my Love was firm to the last.
I stretched my arms out to rescue,
But my Love was already gone:
A burning light stopped my vision,
It was like shining glare at morn
There were Angels in the Heavens,
And sunny flowers strewn around;
The singing of Royal Cherubs
Had a pleasing Heavenly sound.
I can almost see how clearly,
There is a passage made above;
The angels are a-welcoming
The spirit of my dearest Love.
I am left with my dreams, alone,
In a cold world of sin and care,
For my Love is gone forever,
With happy Angels, bliss to share.
I tried to enter into Heaven,
But the gates were closed to me;
The Guardian of my destiny
Had not then set my spirit free.
I struggled still with the vision,
For it was a-torturing me;
My Love was taken to Heaven,
And the sweet face I could not see.
At last I came to my senses,
I found it was a summer's dream;
My Love was still right beside me,
A creature perfect as could seem.
|Haile Selassie I|