<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536300" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed<br>A dream of you,<br>Not as you seemed<br>When you were late unkind<br>And blind<br>To my eyes' pleading for a debt long due,<br>But touched and true<br>And all inclined<br>To tenderest fancies on love's inmost theme.<br>How sweet you were to me and ah, how kind<br>In that dear dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt<br>Your lips on mine<br>Mingle and melt,<br>And your cheek touch my cheek.<br>I, weak<br>With vain desires and askings for a sign<br>Of love divine,<br>Found my grief break,<br>And wept and wept in an unending stream<br>Of sudden joy set free, yet could not speak,<br>Dumb in my dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew<br>You loved me then,<br>And I knew too<br>The bliss of souls in Heaven<br>New--shriven,<br>Who look with pity on still sinning men,<br>And turn again<br>To be forgiven<br>In the dear arms of their God holding them,<br>And spend themselves in praise from morn till even<br>Nor break their dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke<br>In my mid bliss,<br>At midnight's stroke,<br>And knew you lost and gone.<br>Forlorn<br>I called you back to my unfinished kiss,<br>But only this<br>One word of scorn<br>You answered me, ``'Twas better loved to seem<br>Than loved to be, since all love is forsworn,<br>Always a dream.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536300" data-title="A Dream de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="I dreamed A dream of you, Not as you seemed When you were late unkind And blind To my eyes' pleading for a debt long due, But touched and true And all inclined To tenderest fancies on love's inmost theme. How sweet you were to me and ah, how kind ..."></div> </div> </div>

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