Anne Bronte - Dreams

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While on my lonely couch I lie I seldom feel myself alone For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own Then I may cherish at my breast An infant's form beloved and fair May smile and soothe it into rest With all a Mother's fondest care How sweet to feel its helpless form Depending thus on me alone! And while I hold it safe and warm What bliss to think it is my own! And glances then may meet my eyes That daylight never showed to me; What raptures in my bosom rise Thosе earnest looks of love to see To feel my hand so kindly prеst To know myself beloved at last To think my heart has found a rest My life of solitude is past! But then to wake and find it flown The dream of happiness destroyed To find myself unloved, alone What tongue can speak the dreary void?