Poems (Rice)/A Love-dream
A LOVE-DREAM.
LONG before the star of morning Had dissolved in ether blue, I arose to watch the dawning Which my sleeping fancy drew; Like the star of love, 'twas beaming All around, below, above—All the glorious world was teeming With the richness of His love. I had hoped to paint the feelings Which my dream-wrapt spirit found, Sweetest of the soul's revealings, But those depths we cannot sound; Waking, all the hues will vanish, Evanescing while we dream; Strive we may the world to banish, Yet how dim the colors seem. Dreamed I of a friend so loving, Waited on his every word, Till his voice, so rich, beguiling, All my inmost being stirred; Well I knew by intuition All his wishes unexpressed, Languished for the full fruition Of his love, to be caressed. On a couch of flowers reclining We together talked of bliss, Ne'er resisting, ne'er declining; Then, O then, the rapturous kiss; Then he pressed me to his bosom, Throbbing with the glowing charm, There I rested, dumb, bewildered, Faint with bliss upon his arm.