Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Sonnets. 17. My Little Dream, My Momentary Dream

My little dream, my momentary dream,
My illimitable dream has slipt away.
It came not like the morning, but the gleam
In morning’s van that is not night or day.
But since my walls of ignorance are broken,
Though on that desert knowledge builds no towers,
I cannot say of life, he has not spoken,
I cannot say of love, he has no powers.

I have seen apparitions. I have heard
Rumours within my soul’s profoundest cave.
Movements remote and mighty have been stirred
In my ancestral blood, while from the grave
And womb of time strange thunders did arise
That shook the throne of thought with prophecies.

1. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
2. For Joan
3. Sonnets. 10. What is this anguish then that always stands
4. Three Miles to Penn
5. When You Say

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