MIRAGE By Christina Rossetti

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