SURELY I heard a voice-surely my name <br />Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart! <br />I listened-and the low wind stealing came, <br />In darkness and in silence to depart. <br /> <br />Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form, <br />Standing beside my couch! I raised mine eyes: <br />'Twas but a dim cloud, herald of a storm, <br />That floated through the grey and twilight skies. <br /> <br />Surely the brightness of the summer hour <br />Hath suddenly burst upon the circling gloom! <br />I dream; 'twas but the perfume of a flower, <br />Which the breeze wafted through the silent room. <br /> <br />Surely a hand clasped mine with greetings fond! <br />A name is murmured by my lips with pain; <br />Woe for that sound-woe for love's broken bond. <br />I start-I wake-I am alone again!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-472/
