Longing
Come to me in my dreams,
and then
By day I shall be well
again!
For so the night will more
than pay
The hopeless longing of
the day.
Come, as thou cam’st a
thousand times,
A messenger from radiant
climes,
And smile on thy new work,
and be
As kind to others as to
me!
Or, as thou never cam’st
in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream
it truth,
And part my hair and kiss
my brow,
And say, my love why
sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams,
and then
By day I shall be well
again!
For so the night will more
than pay
The hopeless longing of
the day.
--Matthew Arnold
1822-1888
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