DREAMS.

I love a woman tenderly,

But cannot know if she loves me.

I press her hand, her lips I kiss,

But still love's full assurance miss.

Our waking life for ever seems

Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams.

But love and night and sleep combine

In dreams to make her wholly mine.

A sure love lights her eyes’ deep blue,

Her hands and lips are warm and true.

Always the fact unreal seems,

And truth I find alone in dreams.