<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Afric's Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did ye wake me from my sleep? it was a dream of bliss,<br>And ye have torn me from that land to pine again in this;<br>Methought, beneath yon whispering tree, that I was laid to rest,<br>The turf, with all its withering flowers, upon my cold heart press'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My chains, these hateful chains, were gone—oh, would that I might die,<br>So from my swelling pulse I could forever cast them by!<br>And on, away o'er land and sea, my joyful spirit passed,<br>Till ‘neath my own banana tree, I lighted down at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cabin door, with all its flowers, was still profusely gay,<br>As when I lightly sported there, in childhood's careless day!<br>But trees that were as sapling twigs, with broad and shadowing bough,<br>Around the well-known threshold spread a freshening coolness now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The birds whose notes I used to hear, were shouting on the earth,<br>As if to greet me back again with their wild strains of mirth;<br>My own bright stream was at my feet, and how I laugh'd to lave<br>My burning lip and cheek and brow in that delicious wave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boy, my first-born babe, had died amid his early hours,<br>And there we laid him to his sleep among the clustering flowers;<br>Yet lo! without my cottage door he sported in his glee,<br>With her whose grave is far from his, beneath yon linden tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sprang to snatch them to my soul; when breathing out my name,<br>To grasp my hand, and press my lip, a crowd of loved ones came!<br>Wife, parents, children, kinsmen, friends! the dear and lost ones all,<br>With blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forms long unseen were by my side; and thrilling on my ear,<br>Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year;<br>And on my cheek fond lips were press'd, with true affection's kiss—<br>And so ye waked me from my sleep—but't was a dream of bliss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117374" data-title="The Afric's Dream de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="Why did ye wake me from my sleep? it was a dream of bliss,/And ye have torn me from that land to pine again in this;/Methought, beneath yon whispering tree, that I was laid to rest,/The turf, with all its withering flowers, upon my cold heart pres..."></div> </div> </div>

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