Victor James Daley

(5 September 1858 – 29 December 1905 / Navan, County Armagh, Ireland)

To My Lady - Poem by Victor James Daley

When the tender hand of Night
Like a rose-leaf falls
Softly on your starry eyes;
When the Sleep-God calls,
And the gate of dreams is wide,
Wide the painted halls,
Dream the dream I send to you
Through your spirit’s walls!
Dream a lowly lover came,
Lady fair to woo;
Dream that I the lover was,
And the lady—you;
Dream your answer was a kiss,
Warm as summer dew—
Waking, in the rosy dawn,
Let the dream be true!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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