Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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! 

1. Sonnet 5. BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
2. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
3. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
4. Love Not
5. May-Day, 1837

Amy Lowell Dreams ("I do not care to talk to you although")

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