Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A Lover's Dream

It was a dream, as bright as e'er
    Yet glanc'd upon a sleeper's brain;
For fancy's witching wing was there,
    And love had gilded slumber's chain.

There was an eye, like noontide light,
    A voice, like notes of minstrelsy;
That voice was soft, those eyes were bright,
    For, oh! they breathed of love to me.

There was a form of loveliness,
    Whose look of tenderness was mine;
My Katherine, dear, canst thou not guess,
    That form of loveliness was thine?

And smil'st thou at my dream, my love?
    No more a vision let it be;
But bid the dreamer's slumber prove
    An image of reality.

1. Fragment (Love thee! yes, yes! the storms that rend aside)
2. Sketch of Scenery
3. The Guerilla Chief
4. Sonnet (It is not in the day of revelry)
5. Sleeping Child

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