Come to me in my dreams, and then, One saith, I shall be well again, For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Nay, come not THOU in dreams, my sweet, With shadowy robes, and silent feet, And with the voice, and with the eyes That greet me in a soft surprise. Last night, last night, in dreams we met, And how, to-day, shall I forget, Or how, remembering, restrain Mine incommunicable pain? Nay, where thy land and people are, Dwell thou remote, apart, afar, Nor mingle with the shapes that sweep The melancholy ways of Sleep. But if, perchance, the shadows break, If dreams depart, and men awake, If face to face at length we see, Be thine the voice to welcome me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON IT WAS DEEP APRIL by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |