The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless and worn and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapped, For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life and the world and mine own self are changed, From a dream's sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |