The Dream

By Arthur Symons

O, if the world I make

With these eyes be a dream

And Love, that is life, but seem

To choose a shade from a shade,

Then let me wake!

I have loved, not Love, but a pale,

Mortal woman, and made

The whole world for her sake;

Let the sight of mine eyes fail.

And the whole world fade:

I have dreamed: let me wake!