I dream that the dearest I ever knew <br />Has died and been entombed. <br />I am sure it's a dream that cannot be true, <br />But I am so overgloomed <br />By its persistence, that I would gladly <br />Have quick death take me, <br />Rather than longer think thus sadly; <br />So wake me, wake me! <br /> <br /> <br />It has lasted days, but minute and hour <br />I expect to get aroused <br />And find him as usual in the bower <br />Where we so happily housed. <br />Yet stays this nightmare too appalling, <br />And like a web shakes me, <br />And piteously I keep on calling, <br />And no one wakes me!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bereft-she-thinks-she-dreams/
