Mirage Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
For a dream's sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
The metaphor of love as a mirage is brilliant! How even something that never comes to pass, has a major impact on who we are.
what is the rhyme scheme and the number of metrical feet per line? ? i don't understand... and what is this about? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I do love this sad poem really, so close to me. So beautifully written, perfect for me.