The Dream

written by

Arthur Symons

O, if the world I make
With these eyes be a dream
And Love, that is life, but seem
To choose a shade from a shade,
Then let me wake!
I have loved, not Love, but a pale,
Mortal woman, and made
The whole world for her sake;
Let the sight of mine eyes fail.
And the whole world fade:
I have dreamed: let me wake!