I love a woman tenderly, <br />But cannot know if she loves me. <br />I press her hand, her lips I kiss, <br />But still love's full assurance miss. <br />Our waking life forever seems <br />Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams. <br /> <br />But love and night and sleep combine <br />In dreams to make her wholly mine. <br />A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue, <br />Her hands and lips are warm and true. <br />Always the fact unreal seems, <br />And truth I find alone in dreams.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-38/
