The Morning Dream

The eye of weeping Had closed in sleeping, And I dreamt a bright dream of night, And that sweet dreaming, Had all the seeming Of truth, in a softer light; I saw thee, smiling, And light beguiling Beam'd soft from that eye of thine, As in a bower, You own'd love's power, And fondly vow'd thou would'st be mine. The dream deceived me-- For I believed thee In sleep, as in waking hours; But even slumber, Few joys could number, While resting in dreamy bowers; For soon my waking The soft spell breaking, I found fancy false as you; 'Twas darkness round me, The night-dream bound me, And I knew the dream was then untrue. Again I slumber'd, And woes unnumber'd, Weigh'd on my aching heart, Thy smile had vanish'd, And I was banish'd, For ever doom'd to part. From sleep I started, All broken-hearted, The morn shone as bright as you! The lark's sweet singing, My heart's knell ringing-- For I knew the morning dream was true.