I ALWAYS seem to love you in my dreams Of force, and right, and nature, full and free; Sleep after sleep, the very self of me Lost in the nearest of your spirit seems. Yet, as the grey of real daylight streams Across the bright deep of my passion's sea, There crawls a chill, a cloud up lingeringly To sap the glow from night's divinest gleams. Which take for truth? Why are you ever twain? Awake, my intellect's serenest friend; Asleep, my being's sovereign, meaning, end, -- My heart's desire, delight, possession, pain? Ah! might I, dreaming, drive my love away; Or better, wake to find I love by day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT PSALM 39, VERSE 4 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE COLLEGE GARDEN; IN 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE CENTAUR FABULOUS by JOHN BYROM |