Nature
Dream Land
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Nature
When in my dreams thy lovely face
Smiles with unwonted tender grace,
Grudge not the precious seldom cheer:
I know full well, my lady dear,
It is no boon of thine!
In thy sweet sanctu'ry of sleep,
If my sad sprite should kneeling weep,
Suffer its speechless worship there:
Thou know'st full well, my lady fair,
It is no fault of mine!
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Kemble, Frances Anne. “Dream Land.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kemble/3/.
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Kemble, Frances Anne. “Dream Land.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kemble/3/.
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