Visions
Dublin Core
Title
Visions
Description
I dreamt there came a love I ne'er before
Had felt. I cannot tell its shape, it came
As comes the light of morn with just the same
Bright witching spell, and, lo, the dream was o'er.
I dreamt there came a sigh, on wings which bore
It deep into my soul. I felt the shame
Of its drear life, and sought to shift the blame,
When, lo, the dream had fled through dreaming door.
Ah, visions, caught from light and shadow of
The world's wide fields, I pray thee set the seal
Of thy approving smile upon me here,
That I may learn the weight and worth of love,
That I may taste the pain and have it steal
My hope of selfish joy and griefless tear.
Had felt. I cannot tell its shape, it came
As comes the light of morn with just the same
Bright witching spell, and, lo, the dream was o'er.
I dreamt there came a sigh, on wings which bore
It deep into my soul. I felt the shame
Of its drear life, and sought to shift the blame,
When, lo, the dream had fled through dreaming door.
Ah, visions, caught from light and shadow of
The world's wide fields, I pray thee set the seal
Of thy approving smile upon me here,
That I may learn the weight and worth of love,
That I may taste the pain and have it steal
My hope of selfish joy and griefless tear.
Creator
W.H.A. Moore
Source
4:42, p.2
Date
1891.07.11
Collection
Citation
W.H.A. Moore, “Visions,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/530.
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