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 29. Life and Death. 1.
2. A Poet's Soliloquy
3. Sonnet 54. Idle Hours
4. Sonnet 18. The Fireside
5. Sonnet 1. THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers

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