Was it the sun that broke my dream
or was't the dazzle of thy hair
caught where our olden meadows seem
themselves again and yet more fair?
Ah, sun that woke me, limpid stream,
then in spring-mornings' rapture of air!
Was it the sun that broke my dream
or was 't the dazzle of thy hair?
And didst not thou beside me gleam,
brought hither by a tender care
at least my slumbering grief to share?
Are only the cold seas supreme?
Was it the sun that broke my dream?
Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream
Christopher John Brennan
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Poem topics: grief, spring, rapture, tender, cold, supreme, share, stream, hair, dream, sun, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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