Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 19, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: A Dream of Age

by Thomas MacDonagh  (1878 – 1916).

 

A Dream of Age

 

I dreamt last night that I was very old,

And very lonesome, very sad of heart;

And, shunning men, dwelt in a place apart

Where none my barren sorrow might behold;

There brooded grim beside my hearth-stone cold               5

Cold days of shadow, dying, till with flame

Of happy memory once more you came

With laughing eyes and hair of burning gold.

 

— O eyes of sudden joy!  O storm-blown hair!

O pale face of my love! why do you rise                                 10

Amid the haunting spectres of despair

To trouble their gaunt vigil with my cries?–

In tears I woke and knew the dream was true:

My youth was lost, and lost the love of you. 

 

Notes:

http://www.biographybase.com/biography/MacDonagh_Thomas.html

http://www.triskelle.eu/history/thomasmacdonagh.php


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