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A DREAM. N visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed — But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
Turned back upon the past?
While all the world were chiding,
A lonely spirit guiding.
So trembled from afar
In Truth's day-star?
OMANCE, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
To me a painted paroquet
NIM vales — and shadowy floods – D
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over : Huge moons there wax and wane Again - again - again
Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down still down - and down With its centre on the crown Of a mountain's eminence, While its wide circumference In easy drapery falls Over hamlets, over halls, Wherever they may be O'er the strange woods — o'er the sea Over spirits on the wing – Over every drowsy thing And buries them up quite In a labyrinth of light And then, how deep !-oh, deep Is the passion of their sleep. In the morning they arise, And their moony covering Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Like - almost anything Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
N spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody Then -ah, then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
SAW thee on the bridal day,
When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Of Loveliness could see.
As such it well may pass
In the breast of him, alas!