Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WAKING DREAM, FR. ISABEL CLARE, by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER Poet's Biography First Line: Dreaming in the twilight Last Line: Alive before my eyes. | ||||||||
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...THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER QUIEN SABE?, FR. PETER BROWN by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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