As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.
As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.
Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go--embrace me, Jane.
If thy love were like mine, how blest
That twilight hour would seem,
When, back from the regretted Past,
Returned our early dream!
Love was all a thin illusion;
Joy, but the desert's flying stream;
And, glancing back on long delusion,
My memory grasps a hollow dream.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories