Come to me in my dreams, and then, One saith, I shall be well again, For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Nay, come not THOU in dreams, my sweet, With shadowy robes, and silent feet, And with the voice, and with the eyes That greet me in a soft surprise. Last night, last night, in dreams we met, And how, to-day, shall I forget, Or how, remembering, restrain Mine incommunicable pain? Nay, where thy land and people are, Dwell thou remote, apart, afar, Nor mingle with the shapes that sweep The melancholy ways of Sleep. But if, perchance, the shadows break, If dreams depart, and men awake, If face to face at length we see, Be thine the voice to welcome me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT THE DAY AFTER THE WAR by JAMES MADISON BELL ON THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER, EMPEROR OF THE RUSSIAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD IN A VISION OF THE NIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE ARTIST'S PRAYER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A LIKENESS (PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME) by WILLA SIBERT CATHER |