To - Dream Poem by dukesekhon sekhon

O cease! thy varied mumble, O Dream;

Though sweet is the droan as bumblebee's,

No longer can it sustain the waning Heart!

O rise! And shed off thy dusky mask,

And don on justly the dawn's garb!

What seest thou? --

Dark reality it would seem

Mirrored in truth's stark beam!

Thy brood of lies, asleep in noon's warm glow,

On awakening would weep to know

The truths which only day can show!

O why delude my being,

When eyes well seeing seest not thee;

Though sleep swears thou art

What awakening perceives not!

O thy whimsy plumes of fantasy cast away;

Fear not to walk at last the golden ray.

And let thy footfalls reconcile

To a newer measure of sweet toil.



Was that you, , O Dream,

Who to the reality woke me?

Aah, woe is me!

What would our lives be

If thou were not thee!