Poems and Essays By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton) |
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A DREAM AND NO DREAM.
I dreamt last night,—indeed, 'tis true,—
That I walked hand in hand with you;
And as we talked in gentle wise,
I read your favour in your eyes.
That I walked hand in hand with you;
And as we talked in gentle wise,
I read your favour in your eyes.
And when I trembling dared inquire
How far you felt my bosom's fire,
A faultering whisper broke from you—
You loved me much;—indeed, 'tis true.
How far you felt my bosom's fire,
A faultering whisper broke from you—
You loved me much;—indeed, 'tis true.
Despairing lover, now awake!
A flattering hint from visions take;
And dare at last,—ah, would 'twere true!—
To think she loves as much as you.
A flattering hint from visions take;
And dare at last,—ah, would 'twere true!—
To think she loves as much as you.
While these I wrote, oppressed with care,
My mistress stole behind my chair;
With blushing cheeks she read them through,
And whispered me, “Indeed, 'tis true.”
My mistress stole behind my chair;
With blushing cheeks she read them through,
And whispered me, “Indeed, 'tis true.”
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