IT is a dream. What then? Are dreams untrue? Dreams were our angels when I walked by you. It is a dream! But this is you, I know. O Love, Love, Love, how could you leave me so? A dream! But may I never lift my face From this undying passion of embrace! Look how my robes are rended and unstarred. Yea! I am bleeding, trodden down, and marred. For since you went and left me all alone, Not one of all the world but casts a stone. But fast my beauty flowers beneath this rain Of tender tears. I am a queen again. @3Awake, awake! The great Dream-Jester stands, Pleased with the folly of thy straining hands.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |