Saturday, October 27, 2007

The State of Things


by: Christina Rossetti

      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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