I DREAMED the world was wiped out in a day And straight a new was fashioned like the old, Except there was no need to strive for gold, No pain, no death, no strife; no skies were gray, God's children in green meadows went to play And came at night to rest within His fold; There was no need for knights or heroes bold, Since every heart beat high with mirth and play; Then I awoke, and Oh! my joy was great To find that still my soul had place to grow, That I might meet again my foeman, Fate, And grapple with him, giving blow for blow. I feared that he had fled out through the gate Of mighty change — I would not have it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER FRIEND OF SINNERS by RICHARD BURNHAM DOVECOTT MILL: 8. THE COUNTRY GRAVE-YARD by PHOEBE CARY DE LUPO; EPIGRAM by CHARLES COTTON EUDOXIA: SECOND PICTURE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A WELCOME FROM THE JOHNSON CLUB; TO WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |