I DREAMED of radiant flowers
That blossom in the spring, -
Of meadows fair and fertile,
Where blithe birds sweetly sing.
But when the cocks were crowing
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I suddenly awoke,
And, on the roof above me, heard
The raven's dismal croak!
Who, on my frosty window-panes,
Paints those bright vernal leaves?
O, laugh ye at the dreamer
Who thus himself deceives?
A beautiful and loving one,
A maiden fair and coy,
Came in my dream unbidden,
Filling my heart with joy.
But while the cocks were crowing
My heart awakened seemed;
Now here I sit in silence,
Musing on what I dreamed.
Again my eyelids closing,
Sleep cometh like a dove :
When will ye bloom, O flowers?
When wilt thou come, my love?
A. L. H.
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