WAS it in the misty twilight, or the midnight or the morning, Or was it in the glare of noon, or dazzle of the day, That, half asleep and half awake, and without word or warning, My fancy, slowly slipping earthly anchor, sailed away? O leave me and my lazy dream a little while together, Blending each within the other as we waken in the dawn, With languid lids anointed by the balmy summer weather As it wells above the casement that our vision swoons upon! Linger with me yet a little, O my lazy dream! nor leave me; Though we hear the swallows twitter, it is only in their sleep: And I want you just to cling to me and love me and deceive me A little ere the morning when I waken but to weep. Ah! dream of mine, I see you growing clearer yet and clearer; Your fairy face comes back again from out the misty past, And your smile shines on before you till, approaching ever nearer, It gilds your grave into a glorious trysting-place at last. And you lean there -- waiting for me -- here's the dainty rose-leaf letter That you sent me, saying, "Meet me here, and share my deep delight, For my love by this long silence is so truer, purer, better, That you will taste of Heaven when you touch my lips to-night." Was it in the misty twilight, or the midnight, or the morning, Or was it in the glare of noon, or dazzle of the day, That, half asleep and half awake, and without word or warning, My fancy, slowly slipping earthly anchor, sailed away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL THE SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |