In Georgia Douglas Johnson’s “A Fantasy,” a speaker sends her love outward like music into the evening. She imagines her song—really the pulse of her longing heart—traveling through shadows and silences, past the edge of day. The tone is tender and a little mystical: her melody seems to echo in the quiet, searching through dark, mysterious spaces and even God’s vast unknown. What she wants is simple but profound: one other voice that answers hers. The poem creates a mood of solitary yearning touched with hope, as if love itself becomes a signal cast across an immense and beautiful darkness, waiting for a matching note.
A Fantasy — Summary
I breathe the lyric of my love Across the twilit way, The gentle echoes bear it on Beyond the edge of day:
All vibrant is the melody The silences repeat, My song is but my longing heart Pulsated with its beat.
It winds amid the dusky ways Where far mysteries shine, To find amid God's trackless space, One answering song to mine.