by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)

The hope I dreamed of was a dream
Language: English 
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 silent 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]1 own self, are changed
  For a dream's sake.

C. Ives sets stanzas 1, 3 (lines 2-4 only)

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Line count: 12
Word count: 80