I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.
And then a voice may meet my ear,
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.
Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see;
And only dreams can bring again,
The darling of my heart to me.
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Another poem about longing for a lover long in the grave...she does well with this theme. I do not know her history, but assume it must be experience that led to this keen intuition. I liked the 2nd stanza best. It's true that we do have an escape in "the land of dreams" when all in waking life is not-so-sunny. I appreciated this write and its sorrow and longing.
Elaina
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