I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone, <br />Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown <br />On some sweet poem -- his, I think, who sings <br />|Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings <br />Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back <br />Her beautiful blonde hair. Ah! would these black <br />Locks of mine own were mingling with it now, <br />And these warm lips were pressed against her brow! <br />And, as she turned a page, methought I heard -- <br />Hush! could it be? -- a faintly murmured word, <br />It was so softly dwelt on -- such a smile <br />Played on her brow and wreathed her lip the while <br />That my heart leaped to hear it, and a flame <br />Burned on my forehead -- Sa'ra! -- 't was my name.<br /><br />Henry Timrod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-or-dreamed-i-saw/
