@2H@1OWEVER real it seem, Sleeping we or waking, Giving we or taking, True, or all-forsaking,— Life is a dream, a dream! Shineth there a gleam That gives it sudden sweetness, Sadly we feel its fleetness, Fading to incompleteness;— Life is a dream, a dream! Ah! when we would redeem April from drear December, Fresh fire from waning ember, Why must we @3then@1 remember Life is a dream, a dream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |