Christopher Pearse Cranch (Кристофер Пирс Крэнч)

The Two Dreams

I MET one in the Land of Sleep
Who seemed a friend long known and true.
I woke. That friend I could not keep —
For him I never knew.
Yet there was one in life's young morn
Loved me, I thought, as I loved him.
Slow from that trance I waked forlorn,
To find his love grown dim.
He by whose side in dreams I ranged,
Unknown by name, my friend still seems;
While he I knew so well has changed.
So both were only dreams.

1. Sonnet 1. THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers
2. Sonnet 12. The Ocean Steamer
3. Sonnet 23. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony
4. A Word to Philosophers
5. Sonnet 7. THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away

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