Dreams Poem by Anne Brontë

Dreams

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While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvaonyema Uba 22 March 2017

Poem embellished with a musical flow of rhyme and rhythm. Nice piece. Sylva

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Ronald Strickland 22 March 2017

What a wonderful welcome and love for a new life.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 March 2017

To think my heart has found a rest My life of solitude is past Wonderful soothing effect of dreams. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Ronald Strickland 22 March 2017

This poem is awesome. What a wonderful way to relate to new life with love

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 March 2017

Pleasures of its own. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 May 2019

A great inspirational poem, searching happiness through dreams and enjoying them to the fullest.

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Nicole D''Settemi 18 May 2019

'While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? ' - a few favorite lines. Xx NDS

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Amar Agarwala 22 March 2017

Motherly love, affections and the myth of a fleeting dream.... so beautifully expressed. The rhyme, rhythm and meter almost perfect.

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Paul Amrod 22 March 2017

A very heartfelt and expressive piece evoking the internal reception of love in an evocative way.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 22 March 2017

A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be? A sweet poem full of joy and warmth of love. Enjoyed reading it.

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Anne Brontë

Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
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