Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born anew, <br /> A healed wound opened, or the past revived? <br />Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you – <br /> Again the old love woke in me, and thrived <br />On looks of fire, and kisses, and sweet words <br /> Like silver waters purling in a stream, <br />Or like the amorous melodies of birds: <br /> A dream – a dream. <br /> <br />Again upon the glory of the scene <br /> There settled that dread shadow of the cross <br />That, when hearts love too well, falls in between – <br /> That warns them of impending woe and loss. <br />Again I saw you drifting from my life, <br /> As barques are rudely parted in a stream; <br />Again my heart was torn with awful strife: <br /> A dream –a dream. <br /> <br />Again the deep night settled on me there, <br /> Alone I groped, and heard strange waters roll. <br />Lost in that blackness of supreme despair <br /> That comes but once to any living soul. <br />Alone, afraid, I called your name aloud – <br /> Mine eyes, unveiled, beheld white stars agleam, <br />And lo! awake, I cried, “Thank God, thank God, <br /> A dream –a dream.”<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherefore/
