Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou came'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou never came'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
Oh what a beautiful poem, i haven't heard of Matthew Arnold before. And the picture with it is stunning. You absolutely do creat beauty sweet Charli and it's always a pleasure to visit this place.
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I can't decide which was more amazing, the poem or the picture. Thanks for posting them both!
ReplyDeletelove the poem, so very poignant!
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