Believe me, this was true last night, Tho' it is false to-day. A.M.F. Robinson. A FAIR dream to my chamber flew : Such a crowd of folk that stirred, Jested, fluttered ; only you, You alone of all that band, Calm and silent, spake no word. Only once you neared my place, And your hand one moment's space Sought the fingers of my hand ; Your eyes flashed to mine ; I knew All was well between us two. On from dream to dream I past, But the first sweet vision cast Mystic radiance o'er the last. When I woke the pale night lay Still, expectant of the day ; All about the chamber hung Tender shade of twilight gloom ; The fair dream hovered round me, clung To my thought like faint perfume : -- Like sweet odours, such as cling To the void flask, which erst encloses Attar of rose ; or the pale string Of amber which has lain with roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON |