The Dream of Bliss (1827)
THE DREAM OF BLISS
by James M. Nack
The dream of bliss — how soon it vanish’d!
How soon its charms by truth were banish’d!
The dream of bliss — though fled forever,
That dream can be forgotten never.
Methought the fairest under heaven
To me a faithful heart had given ;
Methought the lovely Mary priz’d me,—
I woke to find that she despis’d me.
My prospects by misfortune blighted, —
My passion unreturn’d and slighted, —
Contemn’d, — unpitied, I must languish,
Nor even hope beguiles mine anguish.
But still undying burns the fire
Of Love, while all the hopes expire
This bosom never more may cherish,
For love but with my life can perish.