Eleanor Farjeon


Sonnets. 17. My Little Dream, My Momentary Dream


My little dream, my momentary dream,
My illimitable dream has slipt away.
It came not like the morning, but the gleam
In morningís van that is not night or day.
But since my walls of ignorance are broken,
Though on that desert knowledge builds no towers,
I cannot say of life, he has not spoken,
I cannot say of love, he has no powers.

I have seen apparitions. I have heard
Rumours within my soulís profoundest cave.
Movements remote and mighty have been stirred
In my ancestral blood, while from the grave
And womb of time strange thunders did arise
That shook the throne of thought with prophecies.






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