THE DREAM 
A Song. 
Sleeping, I dreamed, love, 
A sweet, sweet dream of thee— 
Floating, it seemed, love, 
O’er sun-lit waves were we. 
Oh! it were bliss, love, 
Thus evermore to glide, 
O’er ocean with thee, love, 
Close clinging to my side. 
Gently the wind, love, 
Played in thy golden hair— 
Round me were twined, love, 
Thine arms than foam more fair— 
And while thy song, love, 
Swelled o’er the listening sea, 
Blue, like the lotus, 
Beamed thy soft eyes on me. 
Soon, o’er the bright wave, 
Howled forth the fearful gale— 
Fiercely the lightning 
Flashed in our silken sail— 
Yet while our frail bark 
Drove wildly o’er the sea, 
Thine eyes, like load-stars, 
Beamed through the gloom on me. 
Oh! Heart, awaken! 
Thy blissful dream is o’er— 
Thou art forsaken 
Cast on deceitful shore. 
Yet as the mariner 
Clings to the wreck at sea, 
Still clings my lone heart 
To that dear memory. 
Mary E. Hewitt. 
