Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Mirage

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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MIRAGE.

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,⁠Was but a dream; and now I wakeExceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,⁠For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,⁠A weeping willow in a lake;I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt⁠For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;⁠My silent heart, lie still and break:Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed⁠For a dream's sake.