Bad Dreams


Robert Browning

LAST NIGHT I saw you in my sleep:
    And how your charm of face was changed!
I asked, “Some love, some faith you keep?”
    You answered, “Faith gone, love estranged.”

Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:
    Waking was one, but next there came
This other: “Though I felt, for this,
    My heart break, I loved on the same.”

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