Dreams

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?

by Anne Brontë

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A great inspirational poem, searching happiness through dreams and enjoying them to the fullest.
'While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? ' - a few favorite lines. Xx NDS
Motherly love, affections and the myth of a fleeting dream.... so beautifully expressed. The rhyme, rhythm and meter almost perfect.
A very heartfelt and expressive piece evoking the internal reception of love in an evocative way.
A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be? A sweet poem full of joy and warmth of love. Enjoyed reading it.
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