Once Upon a Dream
In the toss and turn of sleep,
Where willows bloom, and roses weep--
I saw a vision bathed in white,
Dispelling darkness with her light.
And in my misty reverie,
Where what is not, can always be--
She took my hand, as well my heart,
And I did love her from the start.
For I beheld through slumber's grace
The beauty of her smiling face--
A work of art from gods here lent,
A stunning figure, heaven sent.
With eyes that caused my soul to burn,
And in a fever left to yearn--
Her hair spun on an angel's loom,
Exquisite as a lyre's plume.
And as I reached to touch her face,
I found that there was only space--
Just love forbidden by my sleep,
A taste of rapture, not to keep.
But still I try to set it right,
To tell the story of that night--
Of how a vision let me see,
The beauty of eternity.
Yet my words are frail, and weak,
And fail her, of whom I speak--
For how can one describe the sun,
Or portray a dream, when it is done.
Yet in my mind she'll always be,
The marvel who appeared to me.
Now blessed torment I must wear--
Not all to have, but just a share.
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