DREAMS

Dream on, for dreams are sweet:

Do not awaken!

Dream on, and at thy feet

Pomegranates shall be shaken.

Who likeneth the youth

Of life to morning?

‘ Tis like the night in truth,

Rose-coloured dreams adorning.

The wind is soft above,

The shadows umber.

( There is a dream called Love. )

Take thou the fullest slumber!

In Lethe's soothing stream,

Thy thirst thou slakest.

Sleep, sleep;‘ t is sweet to dream.

Oh, weep when thou awakest!