I DREAMED my love had set thy spirit free, Enfranchised thee from Fate's o'ermastering power, And girt thy being with a scatheless dower Of rich and joyous immortality; Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee, In thy lone, dread, incalculable hour From those pale hands at which all mortals cower, And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri. When I awoke, alas, my love was vain E'en to annul one throe of destined pain, Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath; O Love, alas, that love could not assuage The burden of thy human heritage, Or save thee from the swift decrees of Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN |