"MIRAGE

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 old self, are changed
For a dream's sake."

--Christina Ros*tti in: Victorian Po*try (3d C 3 Andr*ws, 1924)



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