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Longing by Matthew Arnold
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
The above poem is the original which inspired me to write what I did below. I am not sure if it is a parody per se'
Longings
I came to you in dreams and then,
You hid those dreams inside again.
A night's a night, it often pays
to dream a dream in other ways.
Oh how we've talked, a thousand times,
a thousand lines, our secret crimes.
Yet shall we blame us any guilt?
It's meant to be, it's how we felt.
Victims come in every war.
A thousand times I've died before.
Your smile makes me live again.
Your words are joys I hold within.
One touch and I am full awake,
one leave is all that I can take
but many more must I endure
before this sickness has a cure.
So many poems speak of love
not knowing what they're speaking of.
What lives between fe-male and man
Is promised something purer than.
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
The above poem is the original which inspired me to write what I did below. I am not sure if it is a parody per se'
Longings
I came to you in dreams and then,
You hid those dreams inside again.
A night's a night, it often pays
to dream a dream in other ways.
Oh how we've talked, a thousand times,
a thousand lines, our secret crimes.
Yet shall we blame us any guilt?
It's meant to be, it's how we felt.
Victims come in every war.
A thousand times I've died before.
Your smile makes me live again.
Your words are joys I hold within.
One touch and I am full awake,
one leave is all that I can take
but many more must I endure
before this sickness has a cure.
So many poems speak of love
not knowing what they're speaking of.
What lives between fe-male and man
Is promised something purer than.
