I DREAM'D that I woke from a dream, And the house was full of light; At the window two angel Sorrows Held back the curtains of night. The door was wide, and the house Was full of the morning wind; At the door two armed warders Stood silent, with faces blind. I ran to the open door, For the wind of the world was sweet; The warders with crossing weapons Turn'd back my issuing feet. I ran to the shining windows -- There the winged Sorrows stood; Silent they held the curtains, And the light fell through in a flood. I clomb to the highest window -- Ah! there, with shadow'd brow, Stood one lonely radiant Sorrow, And that, my love, was thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |