Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
вАЩTwere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, on the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it beвБ†вАФthat dream eternally
ContinuingвБ†вАФas dreams have been to me
In my young boyhoodвБ†вАФshould it thus be given,
вАЩTwere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revelled when the sun was bright
IвАЩ the summer sky, in dreams of living light,
And lovelinessвБ†вАФhave left my very heart
Inclines of my imaginary apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thoughtвБ†вАФwhat more could I have seen?
вАЩTwas onceвБ†вАФand only onceвБ†вАФand the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not passвБ†вАФsome power
Or spell had bound meвБ†вАФвАЩtwas the chilly wind
Came oвАЩer me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spiritвБ†вАФor the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldlyвБ†вАФor the starsвБ†вАФhoweвАЩer it was
That dream was as that night-windвБ†вАФlet it pass.
I have been happyвБ†вАФthough in a dream.
I have been happyвБ†вАФand I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and LoveвБ†вАФand all my own!вБ†вАФ
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.