Poetic Gems | ||
A DREAM.
I dreamed that I loved a sweet maiden,
With hair of bright rippling gold;
And the story I told of my love to her
Is the same one that's ever been told.
With hair of bright rippling gold;
And the story I told of my love to her
Is the same one that's ever been told.
I dreamed that her eyes, bright and gladsome,
Were dark as the raven's black wing;
And I thought that upon her third finger
I placed a plain gold wedding ring.
Were dark as the raven's black wing;
And I thought that upon her third finger
I placed a plain gold wedding ring.
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I dreamed that her lips, red as cherries,
Were dangerously close to my own;
And the kiss that I gave her whilst dreaming,
Awoke me, so loud was its tone.
Were dangerously close to my own;
And the kiss that I gave her whilst dreaming,
Awoke me, so loud was its tone.
But when I awoke I remembered
The cause of my fancy's sweet flight,
And the reason of happy dreaming,
Which made blissful the visions of night.
The cause of my fancy's sweet flight,
And the reason of happy dreaming,
Which made blissful the visions of night.
'Twas a picture which looked from the canvas,
Painted though perfect to life,
And so sweet was the face and the tresses,
I dreamed that I made her my wife.
Painted though perfect to life,
And so sweet was the face and the tresses,
I dreamed that I made her my wife.
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