Just as the grey dawning could faintly be seen, <br />One still summer's morning I dreamt a fair dream, <br />I thought that my body was tenantless clay, <br />And friends were preparing to lay it away, <br />They stood at my bedside, one weeping aloud, <br />While two with deft finger's placed on me a shroud, <br />And she who had loved me and knew all my care, <br />Placed flowers about me and braided my hair. <br />And murmured, 'poor creature, her troubles are o'er, <br />And they who have vexed her can vex her no more, ' <br />Then tenderly crossing my hands on my breast, <br />She kissed me and blessed me, and left me to rest, <br />The kindest words only about me were said <br />And restfully thought I, 'tis well to be dead. <br />I sighed with contentment, so safe did I seem, <br />But alas for the sigh, for it banished my dream.<br /><br />Louisa Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-195/
