THE DREAMBySMPAD SHAHAZIZ(1840–1897)Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,Near me did my mother seem;Flashed a ray of joy before me,But, alas, it was a dream!There the murmuring streamlet flowingScattered radiant pearls around,Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—But it was a dream, unsound.And my mother’s mournful singingTook me back to childhood’s day,To my mind her kisses bringing—’Twas a dream and passed away!To her heart she pressed me yearning,Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;And her tears fell on me burning—Why should it have been a dream?
THE DREAMBySMPAD SHAHAZIZ(1840–1897)Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,Near me did my mother seem;Flashed a ray of joy before me,But, alas, it was a dream!There the murmuring streamlet flowingScattered radiant pearls around,Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—But it was a dream, unsound.And my mother’s mournful singingTook me back to childhood’s day,To my mind her kisses bringing—’Twas a dream and passed away!To her heart she pressed me yearning,Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;And her tears fell on me burning—Why should it have been a dream?
THE DREAM
BySMPAD SHAHAZIZ(1840–1897)Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,Near me did my mother seem;Flashed a ray of joy before me,But, alas, it was a dream!There the murmuring streamlet flowingScattered radiant pearls around,Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—But it was a dream, unsound.And my mother’s mournful singingTook me back to childhood’s day,To my mind her kisses bringing—’Twas a dream and passed away!To her heart she pressed me yearning,Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;And her tears fell on me burning—Why should it have been a dream?
BySMPAD SHAHAZIZ
(1840–1897)
Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,Near me did my mother seem;Flashed a ray of joy before me,But, alas, it was a dream!There the murmuring streamlet flowingScattered radiant pearls around,Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—But it was a dream, unsound.And my mother’s mournful singingTook me back to childhood’s day,To my mind her kisses bringing—’Twas a dream and passed away!To her heart she pressed me yearning,Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;And her tears fell on me burning—Why should it have been a dream?
Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,Near me did my mother seem;Flashed a ray of joy before me,But, alas, it was a dream!
Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me,
Near me did my mother seem;
Flashed a ray of joy before me,
But, alas, it was a dream!
There the murmuring streamlet flowingScattered radiant pearls around,Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—But it was a dream, unsound.
There the murmuring streamlet flowing
Scattered radiant pearls around,
Pure and clear, like crystal glowing—
But it was a dream, unsound.
And my mother’s mournful singingTook me back to childhood’s day,To my mind her kisses bringing—’Twas a dream and passed away!
And my mother’s mournful singing
Took me back to childhood’s day,
To my mind her kisses bringing—
’Twas a dream and passed away!
To her heart she pressed me yearning,Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;And her tears fell on me burning—Why should it have been a dream?
To her heart she pressed me yearning,
Wiped her eyes which wet did seem;
And her tears fell on me burning—
Why should it have been a dream?