Alfred Noyes Quote

It mocks me as it flies, I know:
All too soon the gleam will go;
Yet I love it and shall love
My dream that brooks no narrower bars
Than bind the darkening heavens above,
My Jack o'Lanthorn of the stars:
Then, I'll follow it no more,
I'll light the lamp: I'll close the door.

Apologia. - The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems (1907) - Forest of Wild Thyme