To a Friend
by unknown, public domain
I ask but one thing of you, only one,
that always you will be my dream of you;
that never shall I wake to find untrue
all this I have believed and rested on,
forever vanished, like a vision gone
out into the night. Alas, how few
there are who strike in us a chord we knew
existed, but so seldom heard its tone
we tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
and heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
yet still our human longing vainly clings
to a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
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