MIRAGE

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

      HE 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.

"Mirage" is reprinted from Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress and Other Poems. Christina Rosetti. London: Macmillan 1879.

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