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Caroline 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! Caroline Norton's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1662 |
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