Golden Bees Making Sweet Honey From My Old Failures

Honeycomb 
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk? 

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.    

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

Poem Quoted From Antonio Machado.

I came across this poem while reading "Ten Poems That Will Change Your Life"

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