Dreams

Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
     Do not awaken!
Dream on, and at thy feet
     Pomegranates shall be shaken.

Who likeneth the youth
     of life to morning?
’Tis like the night in truth,
     Rose-coloured dreams adorning.

The wind is soft above,
     The shadows umber.
(There is a dream called Love.)
     Take thou the fullest slumber!

In Lethe’s soothing stream,
     Thy thirst thou slakest.
Sleep, sleep; ’tis sweet to dream.
     Oh, weep then thou awakest!

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 17, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Dreams” was published in Lyrics of the Heartside (Dodd, Mead, 1903).