Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Dreams

“I dreamed a dream, that I had flung a chain Of roses around Love, — I woke, and found I had chained Sorrow.”

“The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,—ask thine own bosom— Are emblems of thee.”

“Dream, dream, let me dream, Wherefore should I waken, Sleep is as a fairy land Not yet by spells forsaken. Break not on the gentle charm In which night has bound me, Wherefore, wherefore should I wake To the cold world around me ?”