COME in my dreams, beloved! though thou seem Less kind, less noble, than by truthful day; Even in sleep my heart has strength to say -- "His love is changeless -- this is but a dream:" Yet rather come at sunrise, with the beam Of thought renewed; and still, when eve is grey, Inspire me, as I tread my lonely way, With thine own dauntless will and hope supreme. Ah, let me die, ere meaner moods have power To dim these glories that within me shine! Give me black night or this unclouded sun, Swift death or life immortal, in that hour When all my soul is filled and fired with thine, When thou and I are equal, being one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT EMERGENCY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DEMON DAWN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IN THE DARK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE, THE AUTHOR LEFT .. VERSE by ROBERT BURNS |