Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 59

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LIX FAIR AS A DREAM!
What vision of the softly sleeping eyes
 Shone like the vision that they could not see?
Night, quivering with the children of the skies
    Resplendently.

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Fair is her dream. But ah! what fairest dream
 Is half so lovely as the dawn of day,
    When the first golden gleam
 Chases the rose and dove colour away?

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