Pike County Ballads and Other Poems

DREAMS.

  I love a woman tenderly,
  But cannot know if she loves me.
  I press her hand, her lips I kiss,
  But still love's full assurance miss.
  Our waking life for ever seems
  Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams.

  But love and night and sleep combine
  In dreams to make her wholly mine.
  A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue,
  Her hands and lips are warm and true.
  Always the fact unreal seems,
  And truth I find alone in dreams.