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The hope I
dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I
wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp
there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent
heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and
mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
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