AS I lay sleeping on my bed, Before the dawn of day, I dreamt my only Love was dead— My only Love alway. Oh, dreadful anguish of a dream, Beyond all waking grief! In all the darkness not a gleam, Nor in the pang relief. Yet was I spared the sharpest sword, The fiercest thrust thereof— I had forgotten the last word Wherewith I sped my Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ THE JAY WALKER by BERTON BRALEY |