Scopolamine (English translation)
July 5, 2023Caller Herrin’
July 5, 2023Dreams
SURELY I heard a voice–surely my name
Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart!
I listened–and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart.
Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form,
Standing beside my couch! I raised mine eyes:
‘Twas but a dim cloud, herald of a storm,
That floated through the grey and twilight skies.
Surely the brightness of the summer hour
Hath suddenly burst upon the circling gloom!
I dream; ’twas but the perfume of a flower,
Which the breeze wafted through the silent room.
Surely a hand clasped mine with greetings fond!
A name is murmured by my lips with pain;
Woe for that sound–woe for love’s broken bond.
I start–I wake–I am alone again!