Dreams by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton


Surely I heard a voice--surely my name
Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart!
I listened--and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart.

Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form,
Standing beside my couch! I raised mine eyes:
'Twas but a dim cloud, herald of a storm,
That floated through the grey and twilight skies.

Surely the brightness of the summer hour
Hath suddenly burst upon the circling gloom!
I dream; 'twas but the perfume of a flower,
Which the breeze wafted through the silent room.

Surely a hand clasped mine with greetings fond!
A name is murmured by my lips with pain;
Woe for that sound--woe for love's broken bond.
I start--I wake--I am alone again!

     -Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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