You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;
But as you fall asleep I hear you say
Those tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
Sleep well: for I can follow you, to bless
And lull your distant beauty where you roam;
And with wild songs of hoarded loveliness
Recall you to these arms that were your home…
Dream enchanting dreams,
Of what we could have had…
Had we had the time to understand ourselves
And come forth from naivety and false peer pressure…
And in your dreams…recall my face, that longed for your touch…
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