BRING not your dreams to me -- Blown dust, and vapour, and the running stream -- Saying, "He, too, doth dream, Touched of the moon." Nay! wouldst thou vanish see Thy darling phantoms, Bring them then to me! For my hard business -- though so soft it seems -- Was ever dreams and dreams. And as some stern-eyed broker smiles disdain, Valuing at nought Her bosom's locket, with its little chain, Love's all that Love hath brought; So must I weigh and measure Thy fading treasure, Sighing to see it go As surely as the snow. For I have such sad knowledge of all things That shine like dew a little, all that sings And ends its song in weeping -- Such sowing and such reaping! -- There is no cure but sleeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES VERSES FOR A NOBLE EARL'S PICTURE by ROBERT BURNS DON JUAN: CANTO 5 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |