Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

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 37. To John Greenleaf Whittier
3. Sonnet 16. The Microscope
4. Sonnet 7. THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away
5. Sonnet 41. George Ripley

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