Dreaming in the twilight, When the shades creep o'er the hill; Watching, when the sun is gone, How the grey, cold night comes on, Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of dead ones, Of my life the joy and light, And I see them round me rise, And I feel their cold calm eyes Gaze on me through the night. Dreaming by the firelight, When the wintry night is chill-- Watching fire-sparks upward fly, While the embers sink and die-- Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of fair souls From dead ashes issuing bright, And I see my dead arise, Soaring heavenward through the skies, In the death-dark night. Dreaming in the sunlight, When the summer noon is still-- Watching in the deep blue sky Clouds of white, gold-cinctured lie-- Awake, yet dreaming still. Then I dream of heaven, Far beyond those tranquil skies, And I see, 'mid angels bright, My dead, in robes of gold and white, Alive before my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS OWNE EPITAPH by FRANCOIS VILLON PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES |