Sunday, March 28, 2010

dreaming...


Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair and kiss my brow,
And say My love! Why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Longing
By Matthew Arnold
image via lelove

1 comment:

  1. I regularly pause to wonder exactly how much yearning one heart can take.
    Hopefully a bit more.

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