Poems (Jackson)/Forgiven
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DREAMED so dear a dream of you last night!I thought you came. I was so glad, so gay.I whispered, "Those were foolish words to say:I meant them not. I cannot bear the sightOf your dear face. I cannot meet the lightOf your dear eyes upon me. Sit, I pray,—Sit here beside me: turn your look away,And lay your cheek on mine." Till morning brightWe sat so, and we did not speak. I knewAll was forgiven; so I nestled thereWith your arms round me. Swift the sweet hours flew.At last I waked, and sought you everywhere.How long, dear, think you, that my glad cheek willBurn,—as it burns with your cheek's pressure still?
FORGIVEN.
DREAMED so dear a dream of you last night!I thought you came. I was so glad, so gay.I whispered, "Those were foolish words to say:I meant them not. I cannot bear the sightOf your dear face. I cannot meet the lightOf your dear eyes upon me. Sit, I pray,—Sit here beside me: turn your look away,And lay your cheek on mine." Till morning brightWe sat so, and we did not speak. I knewAll was forgiven; so I nestled thereWith your arms round me. Swift the sweet hours flew.At last I waked, and sought you everywhere.How long, dear, think you, that my glad cheek willBurn,—as it burns with your cheek's pressure still?