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Oh! that my
young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not
awak'ning, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring
the morrow:
Yes! tho' that long dream were of
hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath
been ever, on the chilly 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
In the summer
sky; in dreamy fields of light,
And left unheedingly
my very heart
In climes of mine imagining - apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of
mine own thought - what more could I have seen?
'Twas once & only once & the wild hour
From my
rememberance shall not pass - some power
Or spell had
bound me - 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the
night & 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' but in a dream
I have been happy - & I
love the theme -
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of
life -
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the
delirious eye more lovely things
Of Paradise & Love -
& all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour
hath known.
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