SOFTLY in a dream I heard, <br />Ere the day was breaking, <br />Softly call a cuckoo bird <br />Between sleep and waking. <br /> <br />Calling through the rippling rain <br />And red orchard blossom; <br />Calling up old love again, <br />Buried in my bosom; <br /> <br />Calling till he brought you too <br />From some magic region; <br />And the whole spring followed you, <br />Birds on birds in legion. <br /> <br />Youth was in your beaming glance, <br />Love a rainbow round you; <br />Blushing trees began to dance, <br />Wreaths of roses crowned you. <br /> <br />And I called your name, and woke <br />To the cuckoo's calling; <br />And you waned in waning smoke, <br />As the rain was falling. <br /> <br />Had the cuckoo called 'Adieu,' <br />Ere the day was breaking? <br />All the old wounds bled anew <br />Between sleep and waking.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-sleep-and-waking/
