<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because her eyes were far too deep<br>And holy for a laugh to leap<br>Across the brink where sorrow tried<br>To drown within the amber tide;<br>Because the looks, whose ripples kissed<br>The trembling lids through tender mist,<br>Were dazzled with a radiant gleam--<br>Because of this I called her 'Dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because the roses growing wild<br>About her features when she smiled<br>Were ever dewed with tears that fell<br>With tenderness ineffable;<br>Because her lips might spill a kiss<br>That, dripping in a world like this,<br>Would tincture death's myrrh-bitter stream<br>To sweetness--so I called her 'Dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I could not understand<br>The magic touches of a hand<br>That seemed, beneath her strange control,<br>To smooth the plumage of the soul<br>And calm it, till, with folded wings,<br>It half forgot its flutterings,<br>And, nestled in her palm, did seem<br>To trill a song that called her 'Dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I saw her, in a sleep<br>As dark and desolate and deep<br>And fleeting as the taunting night<br>That flings a vision of delight<br>To some lorn martyr as he lies<br>In slumber ere the day he dies--<br>Because she vanished like a gleam<br>Of glory, do I call her 'Dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><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=416599" data-title="Dream de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="Because her eyes were far too deep And holy for a laugh to leap Across the brink where sorrow tried To drown within the amber tide; Because the looks, whose ripples kissed The trembling lids through tender mist, Were dazzled with a radiant gleam--..."></div> </div> </div>

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