Believe me, this was true last night,
Tho' it is false to-day.
- A.M.F. Robinson.
A fair dream to my chamber flew:
Such a crowd of folk that stirred,
Jested, fluttered; only you,
You alone of all that band,
Calm and silent, spake no word.
Only once you neared my place,
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: dream