MIRAGE.

The hope I dreamed of was a dream, ⁠Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, ⁠For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree, ⁠A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt ⁠For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; ⁠My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed ⁠For a dream's sake.