Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it
Thou art so true that tho...
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Our life is two-fold:
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things
O, if the world I make With these eyes be a dream And Love, that is life, but seem To choose a shade from a shade,
Then let me wake
I have loved, not Love, but a pale,
Mortal woman, and made The whole world for her sake;
It was the morning; through the shutters closed, Along the balcony, the earliest rays Of sunlight my dark room were entering; When, at the time that sleep upon our eyes Its softest and most grateful shadows casts, There stood beside me, looking in...
Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself — a king with crown's treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure
O God, in the dream the terrible horse
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose
AS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent an...
All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove to take;
Raising my rapture by her kind delay,
Her force so charming was and weak