SHE: It was my life, the dream—so real to me It made all else seem unreality! Yes, I have waked—and yet. ... I cannot find Me in the waking world, or call to mind What was my life, what filled my thoughts before! Pain? Yes .. of course ... there would be that! But more Elusive and more difficult—this queer, New sense of vagueness ... of not being here. ... I cannot find my place in life again! Does numbness always come with mortal pain? I am unlearned ... is grief forever so? The years stretch long ahead—@3so much I know!@1 He: The dream? Yes, while it lasted it was dear! I grieve its passing ... and yet ... I could hear, Even in dream, the beat, the summoning beat, Of the world's drums; hear its hurrying feet. ... All of its voices, calling, calling me, Troubled and stirred me—would not let me be! Pain? Yes—my lips have tasted of its cup. Have drunk Grief's bitter chalice, lifted up When the dream died. ... Still—my heart whispers me: "Life lies ahead! @3I am awake ... and free!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH THE DIRTY OLD MAN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN |