Dreams

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
  My spirit not awakening, till the beam
  Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
  Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
  'Twere better than the cold reality
  Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
  And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
  A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
  But should it be- that dream eternally
  Continuing- as dreams have been to me
  In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
  'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
  For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
  I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
  And loveliness,- have left my very heart
  In climes of my imagining, apart
  From mine own home, with beings that have been
  Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
  'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
  From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
  Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
  Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
  Its image on my spirit- or the moon
  Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
  Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
  That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.

  I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
  I have been happy- and I love the theme:
  Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
  As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
  Of semblance with reality, which brings
  To the delirious eye, more lovely things
  Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
  Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

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