Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913)



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SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3, by                    
First Line: Yes, perhaps a dream it is -- but far too sweet for breaking
Last Line: When no thoughts thrill our stormy souls to lays.
Subject(s): Dreams; Love; Nightmares


Yes, perhaps a dream it is,—but far too sweet for breaking.
Give me another month to dream on without waking,
Or even another day!
What are the sweetest things but dreams? What is the summer
But just a gorgeous dream to every blossom-comer
That laughs encircled in the clasp of May!

The real nights are the nights when, golden, beyond number,
Star-thoughts and starlike eyes pervade and haunt our slumber:
The real days are the days
When over and round about us sunny Love is gleaming:—
False days and nights are those that have no heart for dreaming,—
When no thoughts thrill our stormy souls to lays.





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