Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born anew,
   A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you--
   Again the old love woke in me, and thrived
On looks of fire, and kisses, and sweet words
   Like silver waters purling in a stream,
Or like the amorous melodies of birds:
          A dream--a dream.

Again upon the glory of the scene
   There settled that dread shadow of the cross
That, when hearts love too well, falls in between--
   That warns them of impending wo and loss.
Again I saw you drifting from my life,
   As barques are rudely parted in a stream;
Again my heart was torn with awful strife:
          A dream--a dream.

Again the deep night settled on me there,
   Alone I groped, and heard strange waters roll.
Lost in that blackness of supreme despair
   That comes but once to any living soul.
Alone, afraid, I called your name aloud--
   Mine eyes, unveiled, beheld white stars agleam,
And lo! awake, I cried, "Thank God, thank God,
          A dream--a dream!"

Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler
Chicago : Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.

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