I DREAM that the dearest I ever knew Has died and been entombed. I am sure it's a dream that cannot be true, But I am so overgloomed By its persistence, that I would gladly Have quick death take me, Rather than longer think thus sadly; So wake me, wake me! It has lasted days, but minute and hour I expect to get aroused And find him as usual in the bower Where we so happily housed. Yet stays this nightmare too appalling, And like a web shakes me, And piteously I keep on calling, And no one wakes me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND ART by ROBERT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER THE MAID VAR MY BRIDE by WILLIAM BARNES CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PRIDE OF WESTMORELAND by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |