Life and Literary Remains of L. E. L. by Laman Blanchard. In Two Volumes |
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THE EARLY DREAM. |
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THE EARLY DREAM.
Ah! never another dream can be
Like that early dream of ours,
When Hope, like a child, lay down to sleep
Amid the folded flowers.
Like that early dream of ours,
When Hope, like a child, lay down to sleep
Amid the folded flowers.
But Hope has wakened since, and wept
Itself, like a rainbow, away;
And the flowers have faded, and fallen around,
We have none for a wreath to-day.
Itself, like a rainbow, away;
And the flowers have faded, and fallen around,
We have none for a wreath to-day.
Now, Truth has taken the place of Hope,
And our hearts are like winter hours;
Little has after life been worth
That early dream of ours.
And our hearts are like winter hours;
Little has after life been worth
That early dream of ours.
Life and Literary Remains of L. E. L. | ||