Prophetic Power
If in dreams prophets wield prophetic power,
then prophetic power have I; for I dream
of things to come, and of acts too extreme:
the saint, the liar (in the cave's dark bower);
the flying rug, the ivory-tower
(that touches the sky like a spire, a theme
where my fate now is realized and supreme);
and, the forbidden fruit (at the crisis hour!).
Though no prophet, neither am I a fraud;
so for the skeptics who read these pages,
let them see their mystery, and so be awed:
for now are they set down for the ages,
like the prophets of old who spoke with God;
and read the scrolls composed by the sages.
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