The hope I dreamed of was a dream, <br />Was but a dream; and now I wake, <br />Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, <br />For a dream's sake. <br /> <br />I hang my harp upon a tree, <br />A weeping willow in a lake; <br />I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped <br />For a dream's sake. <br /> <br />Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; <br />My silent heart, lie still and break: <br />Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed <br />For a dream's sake.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirage/
