Poems (Greenwell)/Dreams
For works with similar titles, see Dreams.
DREAMS.
"Dost thou believe in dreams! I asked my Friend; But then he answered quickly, "Would that I Could learn that gentle Faith! to certainty Turn all that Hope dares faintly apprehend! Then would Life's richest colours meet and blend Together, fused as in a Tropic sky That hath no clouds; then Life would utterly For all its wrongful doings make amend; For Life hath brought me partings, but in Rest Are only meetings! for the waking hours Have trampled in their flight upon my flowers; But Sleep's kind hand still gathers them again From bowers remote, and binds them on my breast,—I dare not stir for fear to break their chain!"
February 13.