A Special Poem by Joan Misek

I started to read Irish Poems to learn some special stories. One after another and nothing rang a bell until I read “A DREAM” Beauty! Truth! I knew I’d like to share this poem: A DREAM By William Allingham.

Born in the moonlight of the lane, Quench’d in the heavy shadow again.

Schoolmates, marching as when we play’d At soldiers once—but now more staid;

Those were the strangest sight to me Who were drown’d, I knew, in the awful sea.

Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak too; Some but a day in their churchyard bed;

Some that I had not known were dead.

A long, long crowd—where each seem’d lonely, Yet of them all there was one, one only,

Raised a head or look’d my way. She linger’d a moment—she might not stay.

How long since I saw that fair pale face! Ah! Mother dear!

Might I only place My head on thy breast, a moment to rest, While thy hand on my tearful cheek were prest!

On, on, a moving bridge they made Across the moon-stream, from shade to shade,

Young and old, women and men; Many long-forgot, but remember’d then.

And first there came a bitter laughter; A sound of tears a moment after;

And, then a music so lofty and gay,

That every morning, day by day, I strive to recall it if I may.

Comments

[ChantelFreed69]

What a lovely poem- I hope you are going to tell this during our class.

[Elizabeth Wunsch]

Thank you for sharing this poem, Joan.

[Myranette Robinson]

A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.

[Crystal Gale]

What wonderful imagery! I am looking forward to the day when I can cross over and be reunited with those that have gone before.

[ChantelFreed69]

This is truly a written work of art. Thank you!