Love's early dream has music In the tale it loves to tell; Love's early dream has roses Where it delights to dwell; It has beauty in its landscape, And verdure in its trees, Unshadowed by a passing cloud, Unruffled by a breeze. Love's early dream has moonlight Upon its crystal lake, Where stormy tempest never blows Nor angry billows break; It has splendour in its sunshine, And freshness in its dew, And all its scenes of happiness Are beautiful, and -- true? Love's early dream has kindness In every look and tone; Love's early dream has tenderness For one, and one alone. It has melody of language, And harmony of thought, And knows no sound of dissonance By ruder science taught. Oh! early dream of happiness, Where is thy waking bliss? What brings thy golden promises To such a world as this? Perchance thou art some shadow Of that which is to come -- The fluttering of an angel's wings, To lead the wanderer home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE |