DREAM on, for dreams are sweet: Do not awaken! Dream on, and at thy feet Pomegranates shall be shaken. Who likeneth the youth Of life to morning? 'Tis like the night in truth, Rose-cloured dreams adorning. The wind is soft above, The shadows umber. (There is a dream called Love.) Take thou the fullest slumber! In Lethe's soothing stream, Thy thirst thou slakest. Sleep, sleep; 't is sweet to dream. Oh, weep when thou awakest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |