In dreams the heart is waking, With dreams a dream she came, The scattered dewdrops shaking From hair that waved like flame. O sweet ! O woman-hearted! name I dare not say! O face desired, departed, And dreams that mock the day! How many another maiden I fain had loved again I How sighed the heart o'er-laden For rest and pause of pain! loves my Love forsaking. Could these be tried or true? 1 knew not always waking, But when I dreamt I knew. For still, 'mid fleeting fancies, Herself, a vision, came; The same aerial glances. The woman-ways the same. Alas, the waking lonely I The hours that slowly roll I That flying form was only The shadow of her soul. Ah, how could dreams discover How dear a thing was this, ''" No name of love or lover, No thought of clasp or kiss: But heart on heart was closing As folded flowrets close, And eyes on eyes reposing Were dumb as rose with rose. O Night! but send another Of dreams that then I knew! O sleep! thy true twin-brother Must make the vision true! Alas to find and choose her, ''" To meet and miss her so! Awake, awake to lose her, ''" In dreams, in dreams to know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 1. A RECOGNITION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |