I DREAMED the world was wiped out in a day And straight a new was fashioned like the old, Except there was no need to strive for gold, No pain, no death, no strife; no skies were gray, God's children in green meadows went to play And came at night to rest within His fold; There was no need for knights or heroes bold, Since every heart beat high with mirth and play; Then I awoke, and Oh! my joy was great To find that still my soul had place to grow, That I might meet again my foeman, Fate, And grapple with him, giving blow for blow. I feared that he had fled out through the gate Of mighty change — I would not have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS ODE TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOSIAS LYNDON ARNOLD TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES |