Love
Dreams
From New and Old
Love
I love a woman tenderly,
But cannot know if she loves me.
I press her hand, her lips I kiss,
But still love's full assurance miss,
Our waking life forever seems
Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams.
But love and night and sleep combine
In dreams to make her wholly mine.
A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue,
Her hands and lips are warm and true.
Always the fact unreal seems,
And truth I find alone in dreams.
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Hay, John. “Dreams.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hay/27/.
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Hay, John. “Dreams.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hay/27/.
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