disenchanted
Come to me in dreams, and thenOne saith, i shall be well again,For then the nights will more than payThe hopeless longing of the day.Nay, come not thou in dreams, my sweet,With shadowy robes, and silent feet,And with soft voice, and with the eyesThat greet me in soft surprise.Last night, last night, in dreams we met,And how, today, shall i forget,Or how, remembering, restrain,My incommunicable pain?Nay, where thy land and people are,Dwell thou remote, apart, afar,Nor mingle with the shapes that sweepThe melancholy ways of Sleep.But if, perchance, the shadows break,If dreams depart, and men awake,If face to face at length we see,Be thine the voice to welcome me. ~Andrew Lang1844 - 1912
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Singapore
Manitoba, Canada
