AS I lay sleeping on my bed, Before the dawn of day, I dreamt my only Love was dead— My only Love alway. Oh, dreadful anguish of a dream, Beyond all waking grief! In all the darkness not a gleam, Nor in the pang relief. Yet was I spared the sharpest sword, The fiercest thrust thereof— I had forgotten the last word Wherewith I sped my Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |