The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake,Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake;I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break:Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.