'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?' <br /> <br />‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ <br />OVID. <br /> <br />And ask ye why these sad tears stream? <br /> Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? <br />I had a dream–a lovely dream, <br /> Of her that in the grave is sleeping. <br /> <br />I saw her as ’twas yesterday, <br /> The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; <br />And round her play’d a golden ray, <br /> And on her brows were gay flowers blowing. <br /> <br />With angel-hand she swept a lyre, <br /> A garland red with roses bound it; <br />Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire <br /> And amaranth was woven round it. <br /> <br />I saw her mid the realms of light, <br /> In everlasting radiance gleaming; <br />Co-equal with the seraphs bright, <br /> Mid thousand thousand angels beaming. <br /> <br />I strove to reach her, when, behold, <br /> Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian, <br />And all that rich scene wrapt in gold, <br /> Faded in air–a lovely vision! <br /> <br />And I awoke, but oh! to me <br /> That waking hour was doubly weary; <br />And yet I could not envy thee, <br /> Although so blest, and I so dreary.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-ask-ye-why-these-sad-tears-stream/
