By WILLIAM FORCE STEAD

ALWAYS asleep the clover blooms,
Always asleep the elm expands,
And half asleep the herds emerge
To wade in drowsy pasture lands.
Always asleep the river runs,
And fishes glide with glazing eye,
The lion lives a fiery dream,
Birds dream their way across the sky.
Frogs find infinity in a pond,
Katydids in a sultry day;
Snug as a woven ball of wool
Earth sleeps along her rolling way.
Only the homeless heart of man
Starts in the night with stricken sense
Of star over star, and at the top
A winged and eyed Magnificence.