I started to read Irish Poems to learn some special stories. One after another and nothing rang a bell until I read “A DREAM” Beauty! Truth! I knew I’d like to share this poem: A DREAM By William Allingham.
Born in the moonlight of the lane, Quench’d in the heavy shadow again.
Schoolmates, marching as when we play’d At soldiers once—but now more staid;
Those were the strangest sight to me Who were drown’d, I knew, in the awful sea.
Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak too; Some but a day in their churchyard bed;
Some that I had not known were dead.
A long, long crowd—where each seem’d lonely, Yet of them all there was one, one only,
Raised a head or look’d my way. She linger’d a moment—she might not stay.
How long since I saw that fair pale face! Ah! Mother dear!
Might I only place My head on thy breast, a moment to rest, While thy hand on my tearful cheek were prest!
On, on, a moving bridge they made Across the moon-stream, from shade to shade,
Young and old, women and men; Many long-forgot, but remember’d then.
And first there came a bitter laughter; A sound of tears a moment after;
And, then a music so lofty and gay,
That every morning, day by day, I strive to recall it if I may.
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