LAST night I dreamed of you. I thought you came And caught my hands in yours and said my name Over and over, till my soul was stirred With that fine ecstasy that some wild bird May know when first he feels the blossoming And the keen rapture of the glad new Spring. Almost to-day I fear to meet your eyes Lest I should find them suddenly grown wise With knowledge of my heart; almost I fear To touch your hand lest you should come too near, And startled, dazed by some fierce inner light, We both should cry, "I dreamed a dream last night!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL THE OLD GHOST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |