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Poem by Caroline 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! 



Caroline Norton


Caroline Norton's other poems:
  1. I Cannot Love Thee!
  2. A Voice from the Factories
  3. May-Day, 1837
  4. Love Not
  5. Babel


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • John Dryden Dreams ("Dreams are but interludes which Fancy makes")
  • Robert Herrick Dreams ("Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd")
  • Anne Brontë Dreams ("While on my lonely couch I lie")
  • John Newman Dreams ("OH! miserable power")
  • Robert Service Dreams ("I had a dream, a dream of dread")
  • Edgar Poe Dreams ("Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!")
  • Amy Lowell Dreams ("I do not care to talk to you although")
  • Henry Timrod Dreams ("Who first said "false as dreams?" Not one who saw")

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