All the night long you come to me in dreams, <br />My lady dear! Ah, wherefore do you so? <br />Surely it is because you do not know <br />What tender mercy from your sweet face streams <br />When thus you visit me, and for awhile <br />Lift off the load of my great misery <br />With the compassionate blessing of your smile: <br />Then I awake for joy, and bitterly <br />Weep that I did awake; meantime, perchance, <br />My image, all unconscious, through the trance, <br />Of your deep slumber has had leave to glide <br />A senseless phantom, even to your side. <br />Oh, tell me, by these burning tears I weep, <br />Whom do you see, my lady, while you sleep?<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-land-i/
