The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
I'm awake and looking west,
Its dialogue in a deep sleep
Now almost vanished
In the wash of awakening.
In the dream, so real I swear,
Into my head as I slept she crept:
As lovely as I left her
At her father's hearth
And said our last goodbyes
To all the years of my unspoken love.
Love's Labour- I began to say,
(Speaking of the title of a play)
But there she stopped me
In my mid line
To finish it herself this time:
'Love's Labour- is never- Lost'
Both Shakespeare and myself.
That was the only thing she said
As with the dream she left my bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem