IF the things of earth must pass Like the dews upon the grass, Like the mists that break and run At the forward sweep of the sun, I shall be satisfied If only the dreams abide. Nay, I would not be shorn Of gold from the mines of morn! I would not be bereft Of the last blue flower in the cleft, -- Of the haze that haunts the hills, Or the moon that the midnight fills! Still would I know the grace Upon love's uplifted face, And the slow, sweet joy-dawn there Under the dusk of her hair. I pray thee, spare me, Fate, The woeful, wearying weight Of a heart that feels no pain At the sob of the autumn rain, And takes no breath of glee From the organ-surge of the sea, -- Of a mind where memory broods Over songless solitudes! I shall be satisfied If only the dreams abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG IMPROMPTU: TO FRANCES GARNET WOLSELEY by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GOODFRYDAY (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE CONTRAST; THE SUNNY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 31 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO A FRIEND IN THE NAVY, SICK AT HOME by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |