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