IF only in dreams may man be fully blest, Is heav'n a dream? Is she I clasp'd a dream? Or stood she here even now where dewdrops gleam And miles of furze shine golden down the West? I seem to clasp her still -- still on my breast Her bosom beats, -- I see the blue eyes beam: -- I think she kiss'd these lips, for now they seem Scarce mine: so hallow'd of the lips they press'd! Yon thicket's breath -- can that be eglantine? Those birds -- can they be morning's choristers? Can this be earth? Can these be banks of furze? Like burning bushes fir'd of God they shine! I seem to know them, though this body of mine Pass'd into spirit at the touch of hers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |