IT is a dream. What then? Are dreams untrue? Dreams were our angels when I walked by you. It is a dream! But this is you, I know. O Love, Love, Love, how could you leave me so? A dream! But may I never lift my face From this undying passion of embrace! Look how my robes are rended and unstarred. Yea! I am bleeding, trodden down, and marred. For since you went and left me all alone, Not one of all the world but casts a stone. But fast my beauty flowers beneath this rain Of tender tears. I am a queen again. @3Awake, awake! The great Dream-Jester stands, Pleased with the folly of thy straining hands.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |