Dreams

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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.