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The Poet Dreamt Of Heaven
The poet dreamt of Heaven!
He strayed, a little child amidst the glen
Where in his boyhood he'd been wont to stray;
He heard the very sounds he loved so then,
and knew the very forms. "Twas in this way
The poet dreamt of Heaven.
The mother dreamt of Heaven!
She saw her children decked in gems and flowers;
and one, whose health had always been amiss,
Was blooming now in those celestial bowers
He laughed to roam among. And dreaming this,
The mother dreamt of Heaven!
Her children dreamt of Heaven!
O, 'twas a glorious land, where daisies grew,
And hidden music round it sounded low;
And playtime lasted there the whole year through,
And angels came and joined with them, "twas so
Her children dreamt of Heaven!
The traveller dreamt of Heaven!
The sun once more with trebled splendor rose,
And o'er the scene its shadows cast
Where all was taintless joy and calm repose,
And quiet thinking of the dangerous past.
He said its name was Heaven!
By: anonymous
Author's Comments
I discovered this poem in an old book of mine called, "A Little Treasury
Of Favorite Poems." This poem, "The Poet Dreamt Of Heaven," was written
anonymously. I really liked it so I thought I would post it
Mia
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| Claud | klugecc@jps.net | | 9/16/2000 9:24:54 PM |
Mia, you have excellent taste in
poetry. There are not too many
that write so artfully today.
This person was a real wordsmith.
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