dreaming...

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again.

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,

A messenger from radiant climes

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth.

And part my hair and kiss my brow,

And say My love! Why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again.

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Longing

By Matthew Arnold

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