O cease! thy varied mumble, O Dream;
Though sweet is the droan as bumblebee's,
No longer can it sustain the waning Heart!
O rise! And shed off thy dusky mask,
And don on justly the dawn's garb!
What seest thou? --
Dark reality it would seem
Mirrored in truth's stark beam!
Thy brood of lies, asleep in noon's warm glow,
On awakening would weep to know
The truths which only day can show!
O why delude my being,
When eyes well seeing seest not thee;
Though sleep swears thou art
What awakening perceives not!
O thy whimsy plumes of fantasy cast away;
Fear not to walk at last the golden ray.
And let thy footfalls reconcile
To a newer measure of sweet toil.
Was that you, , O Dream,
Who to the reality woke me?
Aah, woe is me!
What would our lives be
If thou were not thee!
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Secrets And Lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Dave. I'd most certainly read your poem.