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. Sketch of a Painting of Santa Malvidera, Escaped Miraculously from Shipwreck
2. Absence (Oh! never can we feel how dear)
3. Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks
4. The Reply of the Fountain
5. Ornaments

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