I DREAMT that I was singing, Singing all for thee; And still the notes went ringing Far over land and sea. Went ringing till they found thee, Though so far away, And softly floating round thee, Made music all the day. Made music that could cheer thee, Full of gentle glee; Then leaving echoes near thee, Came back again to me. Came back with love and blessing On their spirit-wings, With musical expressing Of sweet and holy things. I dreamt that I was singing. Come again to me! And all its fairy ringing No more a dream shall be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |