Dreams
While on my lonely couch I lie,I seldom feel myself alone,For fancy fills my dreaming eyeWith scenes and pleasures of its own.Then I may cherish at my breastAn infant's form beloved and fair,May smile and soothe it into restWith all a Mother's fondest care.
How sweet to feel its helpless formDepending thus on me alone!And while I hold it safe and warmWhat bliss to think it is my own!
And glances then may meet my eyesThat daylight never showed to me;What raptures in my bosom rise,Those earnest looks of love to see,
To feel my hand so kindly prest,To know myself beloved at last,To think my heart has found a rest,My life of solitude is past!
But then to wake and find it flown,The dream of happiness destroyed,To find myself unloved, alone,What tongue can speak the dreary void?
A heart whence warm affections flow,Creator, thou hast given to me,And am I only thus to knowHow sweet the joys of love would be?
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