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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WAKING DREAM, FR. ISABEL CLARE, by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER Poet's Biography First Line: Dreaming in the twilight Last Line: Alive before my eyes. | |||
Dreaming in the twilight, When the shades creep o'er the hill; Watching, when the sun is gone, How the grey, cold night comes on, Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of dead ones, Of my life the joy and light, And I see them round me rise, And I feel their cold calm eyes Gaze on me through the night. Dreaming by the firelight, When the wintry night is chill-- Watching fire-sparks upward fly, While the embers sink and die-- Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of fair souls From dead ashes issuing bright, And I see my dead arise, Soaring heavenward through the skies, In the death-dark night. Dreaming in the sunlight, When the summer noon is still-- Watching in the deep blue sky Clouds of white, gold-cinctured lie-- Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of heaven, Far beyond those tranquil skies, And I see, 'mid angels bright, My dead, in robes of gold and white, Alive before my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER QUIEN SABE?, FR. PETER BROWN by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |
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