Victor James Daley

Here you will find the Poem A Vision of Youth of poet Victor James Daley

A Vision of Youth

A horseman on a hilltop green
 Drew rein, and wound his horn;
So bright he looked he might have been
 The Herald of the Morn. 
His steed was of the sovran strain
 In Fancy?s meadows bred?
And pride was in his tossing mane,
 And triumph in his tread. 

The rider?s eyes like jewels glowed?
 The World was in his hand?
As down the woodland way he rode
 When Spring was in the land. 

From golden hour to golden hour
 For him the woodland sang.
And from the heart of every flower
 A singing fairy sprang. 

He rode along with rein so free,
 And, as he rode, the Blue
Mysterious Bird of Fantasy
 Ever before him flew. 

He rode by cot and castle dim
 Through all the greenland gay;
Bright eyes through casements glanced at him:
 He laughed?and rode away. 

The world with sunshine was aflood,
 And glad were maid and man,
And through his throbbing veins the blood
 In keen, sweet shudders ran. 

His steed tossed head with fiery scorn,
 And stamped, and snuffed the air?
As though he heard a sudden horn
 Of far-off battle blare. 
Erect the rider sat awhile
 With flashing eyes, and then
Turned slowly, sighing, with a smile,
 ?0 weary world of men!? 

For aye the Bird of Fantasy
 Sang magic songs to him,
And deeper and deeper still rode he
 Into the Forest Dim. 

That rider with his face aglow
 With joy of life I see
In dreams. Ah, years and years ago
 He parted ways with me! 
Yet, sometimes, when the days are drear
 And all the world forlorn,
From out the dim wood?s heart I hear
 The echo of his horn.