Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own self was the deep sea's daughter, Fair and flawless from face to feet, Hailed of all when the world was golden, Loved of lovers whose names beholden Thrill men's eyes as with light of olden Days more glad than their flight was fleet.
So they sang: but for men that love her, Souls that hear not her word in vain, Earth beside her and heaven above her Seem but shadows that wax and wane. Softer than sleep's are the sea's caresses, Kinder than love's that betrays and blesses, Blither than spring's when her flowerful tresses Shake forth sunlight and shine with rain.
All the strength of the waves that perish Swells beneath me and laughs and sighs, Sighs for love of the life they cherish, Laughs to know that it lives and dies, Dies for joy of its life, and lives Thrilled with joy that its brief death gives - Death whose laugh or whose breath forgives Change that bids it subside and rise.
II Hard and heavy, remote but nearing, Sunless hangs the severe sky's weight, Cloud on cloud, though the wind be veering Heaped on high to the sundawn's gate. Dawn and even and noon are one, Veiled with vapour and void of sun; Nought in sight or in fancied hearing Now less mighty than time or fate.
The grey sky gleams and the grey seas glimmer, Pale and sweet as a dream's delight, As a dream's where darkness and light seem dimmer, Touched by dawn or subdued by night. The dark wind, stern and sublime and sad, Swings the rollers to westward, clad With lustrous shadow that lures the swimmer, Lures and lulls him with dreams of light. Light, and sleep, and delight, and wonder, Change, and rest, and a charm of cloud, Fill the world of the skies whereunder Heaves and quivers and pants aloud All the world of the waters, hoary Now, but clothed with its own live glory, That mates the lightning and mocks the thunder With light more living and word more proud.
III Far off westward, whither sets the sounding strife, Strife more sweet than peace, of shoreless waves whose glee Scorns the shore and loves the wind that leaves them free, Strange as sleep and pale as death and fair as life, Shifts the moonlight-coloured sunshine on the sea.
Toward the sunset's goal the sunless waters crowd, Fast as autumn days toward winter: yet it seems Here that autumn wanes not, here that woods and streams Lose not heart and change not likeness, chilled and bowed, Warped and wrinkled: here the days are fair as dreams.Baby Om Nom LOVES ICE CREAMS! Learn Colors for Babies with Yummy Soccer Ice Cream Scoops by Om Nom!
IV O russet-robed November, What ails thee so to smile? Chill August, pale September, Endured a woful while, And fell as falls an ember From forth a flameless pile: But golden-girt November Bids all she looks on smile. The lustrous foliage, waning As wanes the morning moon, Here falling, here refraining, Outbraves the pride of June With statelier semblance, feigning No fear lest death be soon: As though the woods thus waning Should wax to meet the moon. As though, when fields lie stricken By grey December's breath, These lordlier growths that sicken And die for fear of death Should feel the sense requicken That hears what springtide saith And thrills for love, spring-stricken And pierced with April's breath.
The keen white-winged north-easter That stings and spurs thy sea Doth yet but feed and feast her With glowing sense of glee: Calm chained her, storm released her, And storm's glad voice was he: South-wester or north-easter, Thy winds rejoice the sea.
V A dream, a dream is it all - the season, The sky, the water, the wind, the shore? A day-born dream of divine unreason, A marvel moulded of sleep - no more? For the cloudlike wave that my limbs while cleaving Feel as in slumber beneath them heaving Soothes the sense as to slumber, leaving Sense of nought that was known of yore. A purer passion, a lordlier leisure, A peace more happy than lives on land, Fulfils with pulse of diviner pleasure The dreaming head and the steering hand.
I lean my cheek to the cold grey pillow, The deep soft swell of the full broad billow, And close mine eyes for delight past measure, And wish the wheel of the world would stand.
The wild-winged hour that we fain would capture Falls as from heaven that its light feet clomb, So brief, so soft, and so full the rapture Was felt that soothed me with sense of home. To sleep, to swim, and to dream, for ever - Such joy the vision of man saw never; For here too soon will a dark day sever The sea-bird's wing from the sea-wave's foam. A dream, and more than a dream, and dimmer At once and brighter than dreams that flee, The moment's joy of the seaward swimmer Abides, remembered as truth may be.
Not all the joy and not all the glory Must fade as leaves when the woods wax hoary; For there the downs and the sea-banks glimmer, And here to south of them swells the sea. Believe me, this was true last night, Tho' it is false to-day. A fair dream to my chamber flew: Such a crowd of folk that stirred, Jested, fluttered; only you, You alone of all that band, Calm and silent, spake no word. Only once you neared my place, And your hand one moment's space Sought the fingers of my hand; Your eyes flashed to mine; I knew All was well between us two.
Away they sped with gamesome minds, And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in: Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran,- Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can; But the Usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book upon his knees!
Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er Nor ever glanced aside, For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide: Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
At last he shut the pond'rous tome, With a fast and fervent grasp He strained the dusky covers close, And fixed the brazen hasp; 'Oh, God!
Or is it some historic page, Of kings and crowns unstable? He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, - With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain: For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain!
For why, Methought last night I wrought A murder, in a dream! One that had never done me wrong - A feeble man and old; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!Young Love lies sleeping In May-time of the year, Among the lilies, Lapped in the tender light: White lambs come grazing, White doves come building there: And round about him The May-bushes are white.
Soft moss the pillow For oh, a softer cheek; Broad leaves cast shadow Upon the heavy eyes: There wind and waters Grow lulled and scarcely speak; There twilight lingers The longest in the skies.
Young Love lies dreaming; But who shall tell the dream? A perfect sunlight On rustling forest tips; Or perfect moonlight Upon a rippling stream; Or perfect silence, Or song of cherished lips. Burn odours round him To fill the drowsy air; Weave silent dances Around him to and fro; For oh, in waking The sights are no so fair, And song and silence Are not like these below. Young Love lies dreaming Till summer days are gone, - Dreaming and drowsing Away to perfect sleep: He sees the beauty Sun hath not looked upon, And tastes the fountain Unutterably deep.
Him perfect music Doth hush unto his rest, And through the pauses The perfect silence calms: Oh, poor the voices Of earth from east to west, And poor earth's stillness Between her stately palms. Young Love lies drowsing Away to poppied death; Cool shadows deepen Across the sleeping face: So fails the summer With warm delicious breath; And what hath autumn To give us in its place? Draw close the curtains Of branched evergreen; Change cannot touch them With fading fingers sere: Here first the violets Perhaps with bud unseen, And a dove, may be, Return to nestle here.
Sometimes I don't know where to start, I says to myself, in the great scheme of things as the world goes by, leaving me and my mates adrift in the universe, know what I mean? Craddock in his usual irrelevant and long-winded way goes on and on, and in the end says we Americans who saved his nation from total destruction in WW2 owe its survival to the USSR and Josef Stalin!
Sadly the real world is not like this. There is always a national leader prepared to invade and occupy other countries, defying the Geneva Conventions, while justifying such actions with political propaganda. Nor did the British Empire sleep, it transformed into a Commonwealth of Nations, which under the resolute leadership of Winston Churchill, inflicted the first military setbacks and defeats upon Nazi Germany.
The nightmare spread into Russia, which halted this Blitzkrieg in Europe, again with resolute leadership courage and determination, while America in a deadly sleep of indifference; slept on nowhere to be seen. Not until autumn The sleep is rather permanent and obviously the result of unnecessary violence.
There is something chilling about the idea of young love sleeping from May till Autumn. As Kimberly Kastner says this poem is 'pretty', but it is the prettiness of the graveyard. Dante Gabriel Rossetti on top poets.
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Love is a Dream - A Poem
For Example: love, art, fashion, friendship and etc. Social Media. Delivering Poems Around The World. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no chargeKari enjoys writing poetry. There is a certain freedom in poetry because you don't always have to follow the rules. Once upon a time I loved a complicated individual. He said he was trying to become a woman when he was a teenager, but decided to stay a man.
Not knowing anything about transgender, I thought this was possible. I now know better. They had DID multiple personalitiesschizophrenia, and was transgendered. I wanted to help them and support them. I stayed with them and took care of them for 5 years.
During that time they became worse. They became catatonic and in the end their parents committed them. About six months later his mother called me to tell me he was better. He was himself again, even using his birth name.
I bought it hook, line and sinker. I wanted to. I moved to the state they were living in and had "him" move in with me. During the year they lived with me, they told me that the being I had loved was made up to make me like him. They said that being was dead and gone. By the end of the year I had them move out. They died a year later. It sounds pretty simple put this way. But it was anything but simple.
I was lost, totally lost, when he returned from a hospital visit and told me he was a she. Anyway, it is a long and complicated story and at the time I questioned everything I knew. Dora, thank you! My willingness to accept them was God's work. I try to live a life of love, to celebrate all the love I have. So, if it is a credit, it is to God, not me. Kari, this situation was complicated, for real.Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few!
O God! Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Excellent poem with remarkable ideas. I experience masses freedom now that i'm my non-public boss. Join this job right now and makes more cash every month online. Just follow web link here to get started Nice poem.
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Love how u playing wit words its interesting Reply. I have STD. Thank you it is like quote within a quote. Lovely piece! I would much rather see such a quiet display than the booming ones.
So beautiul poem from the great poet. In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?There are two kinds of dreams.
There are dreams that we have while asleep and dreams that we have while we are awake. What is the connection between the two types? Both kinds of dreams are about the yearnings that are held deep inside us. Some of these desires are so secret that we dare not share them even with our closest friends. Those of us that dare to put our dreams down on paper are showing the courage and faith that they will come true. Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
Read Complete Poem. It is an interesting poem with many rhymes, tones, and contrasts. Many Dreams lead people to good places in their life. Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem. Most of what we learn we learn from others. It is the moments we ourselves have to live and learn that we realize most of what we are taught or preached have been lies.
We all have to live Read complete story. You're the driver of your destiny, Passenger of none, In control and looking forward Of things that must be done. Hold onto your dream while mindful of time. Optimism required, let your light shine.
Persistence prevails, while some may cast doubt.Everyone have dreams for their bright future. Lovers see dreams about love and in this post I will share some very romantic and lovely quotes about sweet dreams.
They are not only about chasing your real dreams but also for doing romance with your girlfriend or boyfriend before saying goodnight. These dream quotes are perfect to say than simple goodnight wish. These quotes force you to think about dreams and change your dreams on a positive side.
These quotes and sayings guide you how to follow your dreams and also wish you a very comfortable sleepy good night. If you are believe in dreams than these sweet dreams quotes are best for you and I am sure you will enjoy each saying. Dreams not only give you a hope but also motivate you to achieve your goal.
See big dreams, set goals and follow them till to get success. Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause.
Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. Sleep already.
50 Sweet Dreams My Love Quotes for Her & Him
Angels are waiting for you to close your beautiful eyes so they can take care of you. I hope your soul has a very beautiful dream tonight, one that will make you wake up with a happy heart. Sweet dream, my love. Good night, princess. It is time for your beauty to rest so tomorrow you may wake up gorgeous and willing to make me happy. Past is the history, we have no control on our past, so it is better to see dreams for better future instead of regret on past memories.
There is nothing impossible; every dream can come true if you have courage to pursue it. Think positive, do your best and never letting go you hope. If you are really serious with dreams, they will come true sooner or later.
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Some sorrow moments when ourHold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see: Now return and weep for me. All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true. One day you will look back and laugh at yourself. How did I ever forget the truth? How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness Are anything other than bad dreams.
Close Menu Poems. Dreams by Langston Hughes Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
My heart wants to love All my dreams. My soul wants to fulfil All my dreams — Sri Chinmoy All people dream, but not equally.