Come When I Sleep

 ("Oh, quand je dors.") 
 
 {XXVII.} 


 Oh! when I sleep, come near my resting-place, 
 As Laura came to bless her poet's heart, 
 And let thy breath in passing touch my face— 
 At once a space 
 My lips will part. 
 
 And on my brow where too long weighed supreme 
 A vision—haply spent now—black as night, 
 Let thy look as a star arise and beam— 
 At once my dream 
 Will seem of light. 
 
 Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss— 
 A pure and holy love-light—and forsake 
 The angel for the woman in a kiss— 
 At once, I wis, 
 My soul will wake! 
 
 WM. W. TOMLINSON. 


 

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