My Dreams Poem by Clinton Scollard
My Dreams
All night in dreams with thee I go
About the glamoured land;
All night Love's radiant presence know,-
The kiss, the clasp of hand.
But with the white in-steal of dawn
The rapture doth escape;
The wraith that was no wraith is gone,
A sweet, elusive shape.
Away, O barren of delight,
Day, with thine empty gleams!
Return, divine enchantress, night,
And bring me back my dreams!
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