A Daydream
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1772 to 1834
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And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow:
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut:
And now they slumber, moveless all!
The balmiest of the month of June!
By the still dancing fire-flames made;
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
And thee, and me, and Mary there.
O ever—ever be thou blest!
I see a fountain, large and fair,
Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow.
The stars are round the crescent moon!
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me!
And that and summer well agree:
Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain.
Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming,
Fount, tree, and shed are gone, I know not whither,
A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting,
Which none may hear but she and thou!
And now it is a dark warm night,
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play—
Two dear names carved upon the tree!
But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee:
A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed,
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow!
The shadows dance upon the wall
'Twas day! But now few, large, and bright,
But in one quiet room we three are still together.
But let me check this tender lay
And lo! where Mary leans her head,
For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
A willow, and a ruined hut,
And now they melt to one deep shade!
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!