Christina Rossetti — Mirage

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,         Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,         For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree,         A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt         For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;         My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed         For a dream's sake.


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