The Dead Dream by Madison Julius Cawein read by Paula Araujo

The Dead Dream By Madison Julius CaweinBetween the darkness and the dayAs, lost in doubt, I went my way,I met a shape, as faint as fair,With star-like blossoms in its hair:Its body, which the moon shone through,Was partly cloud and partly dew:Its eyes were bright as if with tears,And held the look of long-gone years;Its mouth was piteous, sweet yet dread,As if with kisses of the dead:And in its hand it bore a flower,In memory of some haunted hour.I knew it for the Dream I'd hadIn days when life was young and glad.Why had it come with love and woeOut of the happy Long-Ago?Upon my brow I felt its breath,Heard ancient. words of faith and death,Sweet with the immortalityOf many a fragrant memory:And to my heart again I tookIts joy and sorrow in a look,And kissed its eyes and held it fast,And bore it home from out the pastMy Dream of Beauty and of Truth,I dreamed had perished with my Youth.Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.