And our duties lie before us,
We lay our wishes by on secret shelves;
In their napkins, wrapped securely,
We enfold them, thinking surely
They are hidden both from others and our-
But when Slumber sweetly holds us,
And in velvet arms enfolds us,
And the moonlight through the curtain faintly
Then from out their hiding-places,
Clad in soft, bewitching graces,
Come our wishes to. inspire and rule our
How they haunt the midnight piLlow !
How the pulse swells, like a billow,
As the dreamer clasps the thing he most de-
And his throbbing heart rejoices
As he hears enchanting voices
Singing, keeping rhythmic time to golden
Wants he riches? power? honor?
Fancy is a lavish donor,
All he craves bestowing on his longing soul
Oh, the ripe, delicious sweetness!
Oh, the rare and rich completeness,
As he quaffs with thirsty lips the brimming
But alas! the sudden waking,
When above the hill tops breaking,
With its weary burdens bringing, comes the
Then the dreamer grasps the real,
Puts aside his sweet ideal,
Deftly hides his dream within its nook away
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Annabel and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(New York: John B. Alden, Publisher. 1885)