PRAY you, my master, let me keep my dream. Of all sweet things have I not been bereft -- Of very youth, of very happiness? Why should you covet this one fairing left? Nay, grant me this. What slave could ask for less? Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream. Pray you, my master, leave to me this thing, I, who was rich one day, to-day am poor Beyond men's envying, save but for this, This dream for whose glad sake I still endure; All else you filched in that one Judas kiss. Pray you, my master, leave to me this thing. Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream. O Love, I gave to you so much, so much -- Desire of joy, yea, and desire of tears -- Leave me this one dear solace in my touch, This little lamp to light the desolate years. Pray you, my master, let me keep my dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS MYRTILLA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS TO M.P. by BERNARD BARTON POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by WILLIAM BOSWORTH DEVOTIONAL VERSES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPITAPH ON MR. TURNER OF ST. MARY-HALL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |