A Daydream

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

1772 to 1834

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And that and summer well agree:
But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee:
Fount, tree, and shed are gone, I know not whither,
A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting,
And lo! where Mary leans her head,
The shadows dance upon the wall
Two dear names carved upon the tree!
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut:
And now they melt to one deep shade!
Which none may hear but she and thou!
A willow, and a ruined hut,
The stars are round the crescent moon!
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play—
For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
And thee, and me, and Mary there.
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
This brooding warmth across my breast,
And now it is a dark warm night,
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!
Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain.
This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me!
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow!
And now they slumber, moveless all!
I see a fountain, large and fair,
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!
'Twas day! But now few, large, and bright,
A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed,
But let me check this tender lay
Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow.
And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow:
The balmiest of the month of June!
But in one quiet room we three are still together.
Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming,
By the still dancing fire-flames made;
O ever—ever be thou blest!