A DREAM.
I dreamed of a beautiful mansion, Halls pavéd with marble so cold!Rare statues and tapestries, pictures And books bound in vellum and gold!
Outside, there were beautiful gardens Filled with plants so lovely and rare,Their exotic perfume all filling With fragrance, the rooms and the air.
On a couch in a corner reclining (In a room, the hangings light blue),As I gazed I saw there, my lover, My darling so fond and so true!
But so different—the look on his face! And he looked so white and so coldThat a feeling of horror stole o'er me, And of sorrow and doubt all untold.
I awoke! but the memory lingers Of the clasp of a cold, white hand,The beauty and perfume of flowers, And a doubt I cannot understand.
And I fear that some ill has befallen Him in that far-away land,And that that is the cause of my fears And of the doubt, I cannot understand.
SOMETIME, SOME DAY.
(Written in 1879.)
(Written in 1879.)
Somewhere, somewhere, is a fair Heavenly land;When one of us be called to join the Angel band Will I or you be first, my dear? Or you or I left on this earth so drear?Sometime, the day will dawn when heart shall swellWith thoughts hard to express, 'twere vain to tell, In that sad time so dark, so dark and drear, Will it be you or I, my dear?
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