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. Roland’s Tower
2. The Guerilla Chief
3. Rosalie
4. Collegiate Church, Manchester, or, The Minster
5. Age and Youth

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