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 THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER OUT OF THE SHADOW by MARGARET FAIRLESS BARBER TELL ME by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON WHY? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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