Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Dreams

SURELY I heard a voice-surely my name
Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart!
I listened-and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart.

Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form,
Standing beside my couch! I raised mine eyes:
'Twas but a dim cloud, herald of a storm,
That floated through the grey and twilight skies.

Surely the brightness of the summer hour
Hath suddenly burst upon the circling gloom!
I dream; 'twas but the perfume of a flower,
Which the breeze wafted through the silent room.

Surely a hand clasped mine with greetings fond!
A name is murmured by my lips with pain;
Woe for that sound-woe for love's broken bond.
I start-I wake-I am alone again! 

1. The Rock of the Betrayed
2. Sonnet 3. And bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake
3. An Emblem of Life
4. The Chapel Royal St. James’s, on the 10th February, 1840
5. Weep Not for Him That Dieth

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) Dreams ("I do not care to talk to you although")

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