Dream Or Reality? Poem by Joyce Hemsley

In the style of Thomas Hardy.
She, To He:

You seem so very tired my love.
Why do you look so pale?
You worry me tonight my love
Appearing weak and frail.

'Twas only yesterday my love
We walked together in the vale
You sang to me ~ Wings of a Dove,
But now you are unwell.

Oh please survive this dizzy spell
Or life will end for me...
I will call your name - never to fail,
You will be within my memory.

You've now become more pale my love
Than ever you have been;
I think your spirit has risen above
~I do hope this is just a dream~