Let These Dreams Turn True

These dreams Which I dream now for few nights—to my surprise…! As last night she was walking with me On that willowy road, And looked down in the dumps, and remorseful for all-- she ever did. And when I tenderly asked her why? She gave a quarrelsome reply, “What! (Bulging her eyes out and wide); He my Husband is not my Lover? As I was—someone’s dearly loved…! And I can feel it every single minute, I am an unwanted wife but a moneymaking machine. I…, I mourn my imprudence I called my wisdom, Rejecting alas! Those merry days and nights in love For this false fictitious living…!” Well! I could sense it with ease That she still loved me as ever, And needed in bad time my arms’ refuge. My God! let these dreams turn true And she returns soon to my long wintered garden As sweet spring.