THERE is an hour, they say, br On which your dream has power: br Then all you wish for comes, br As comes the lost field-bird br Down to the island-lights; br There is an hour, they say, br That's woven with your wish: br In dawn, or dayli’ gone, br In mirk-dark, or at noon, br In hush or hum of day, br May be that secret hour. br br A herd-boy in the rain br Who looked o'er stony fields; br A young man in a street, br When fife and drum went by, br Making the sunlight shrill; br A girl in a lane, br When the long June twilight br Made friendly far-off things, br Had watch upon the hour: br The dooms they met are in br The song my grand-dam sings.