Here you will find the Poem Sleeping And Waking of poet Sydney Thompson Dobell
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast, In that sweet place where we lay long ago: I thought the morning woodbine to and fro With playful shadows whipped away my rest, And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest, 'Rise, oh my love, the morning sun is bright, Let us arise, oh love, let us arise; The flowers awake, the lark is in the skies, I will array myself in my delight, And we will-' and I woke to death and night!
