I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT EYES AND LIPS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A SUMMER DAY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING DINNER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SUMMER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788 by ROBERT BURNS |