AH! waking dreams that mock the day, Have other ends than those That come beneath the moonlight ray, And charm the eyes they close. The vision colouring the night 'Mid bloom and brightness wakes, Banish'd by morning's cheerful light, Which brightens what it breaks. But dreams which fill the waking eye With deeper spells than sleep, When hours unnumber'd pass us by; From such we wake and weep. We wake, but not to sleep again, The heart has lost its youth; The morning light that wakes us then, Cold, calm and stern, is truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS by PAUL VERLAINE THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT PEACE PICTURES by ELIZABETH I. BARNES PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |