English poem
Bad Dreams
by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
1889
Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was changed! I asked "Some love, some faith you keep?" You answered "Faith gone, love estranged."
Whereat I woke--a twofold bliss: Waking was one, but next there came This other: "Though I felt, for this, My heart break, I loved on the same."