I threw from me my sweetest boon, And all my life a void did make, I tried to feed my heart on husks, For a dream's sake. Out of the world's wild vortexes I tried forgetfulness to take; Fair dreams, sweet yearnings, — all I crushed For a dream's sake. Out of my heart I plucked a hope, Out of my memory's folds did shake The rosy mists that clothed the past, — For a dream's sake. I hung my harp upon a tree — A weeping willow in a lake — And all its silvery chords are snapped, For a dream's sake. My life is done while yet 'tis morn; My heart, ne'er more, will trembling wake; Hope, joy, love, youth, all — all are lost For a dream's sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER |