Ah, Wake Me Not Poem by Patience Worth

Ah, wake me not!
For should my dreaming work a spell to soothe
My troubled soul, wouldst thou deny me dreams?

Ah, wake me not!
If 'mong the leaves wherein the shadows lurk
I fancy conjured faces of my loved, long lost;
And if the clouds to me are sorrow's shroud;
And if I trick my sorrow, then, to hide
Beneath a smile; or build of wasted words
A key to wisdom's door- -wouldst thou deny me?

Ah, let me dream!
The day may bring fresh sorrows,
But the night will bring new dreams.