Thou hast nor youth nor age But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both.
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me that, when I waked I cried to dream again.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories