Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/A Dream's Awakening
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A DREAM'S AWAKENING.
Shut in a close and dreary sleep,
Lonely and frightened and oppressed
I felt a dreadful serpent creep,
Writhing and crushing, o'er my breast.
Lonely and frightened and oppressed
I felt a dreadful serpent creep,
Writhing and crushing, o'er my breast.
I woke and knew my child's sweet arm,
As soft and pure as flakes of snow,
Beneath my dream's dark, hateful charm,
Had been the thing that tortured so.
As soft and pure as flakes of snow,
Beneath my dream's dark, hateful charm,
Had been the thing that tortured so.
And, in the morning's dew and light
I seemed to hear an angel say,
"The Pain that stings in Time's low night
May prove God's Love in higher day."
I seemed to hear an angel say,
"The Pain that stings in Time's low night
May prove God's Love in higher day."