THE INN OF DREAMS Sweet Laughter Sweet Delight My heart is like a lighted Inn that waits Your swift approach . . . and at the open gates White Beauty stands and listens like a flower. She has been dreaming of you in the night, O fairy Princes; and her eyes are bright. Spur your fleet horses, this is Beauty's hour Even as when a golden flame up-curled Quivers and flickers out in a dark place, So is it with the flame of Beauty's face- That torch...