I dreamed so dear a dream of you last night! <br />I thought you came. I was so glad, so gay, <br />I whispered, 'Those were foolish words to say; <br />I meant them not. I cannot bear the sight <br />Of our dear face. I cannot meet the light <br />Of your dear eyes upon me. Sit, I pray- <br />Sit here beside me; turn your look away, <br />And lay your cheek on mine,' Till morning bright <br />We sat so, and we did not speak. I knew <br />All was forgiven, so nestled there <br />With your arms round. Swift the sweet hours flew. <br />At last I waked, and sought you everywhere. <br />How long, dear, think you, that my glad cheek will <br />Burn-as it burns with our cheek's pressure still?<br /><br />Helen Hunt Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgiven-25/
