Christina Rossetti

Dec 5, 1830 - Dec 29, 1894

 

Mirage

by Christina Rossetti

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.

Source:

Goblin Market and Other Poems
Copyright 1865
Macmillan And Co.London and Cambridge
 
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