Deare love, for nothing lesse than thee Would I have broke this happy dreame, It was a theame For reason, much too strong for phantasie, Therefore thou wakd'st me wisely; yet My dreame thou brok'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoghts of thee suffice To make dreames truths; and fables histories; Enter these armes, for since thou thoughtst it best Not to dreame all my dreame, let's act the rest. As lightning, or a Taper's light, Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me; Yet I thought thee- (For thou lov'st truth) an Angell, at first sight, But when I saw thou saw'st my heart, And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art, When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when Excesse of joy would wake me, and cam'st then, I doe confess it could not chuse but bee Prophane, to thinke thee anything but thee. Coming and staying show'd thee, thee, But rising makes me doubt that now Thou art not thou. That Love is weake where feare's as strong as hee; 'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour have. Perchance as torches, which must ready bee, Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with mee, Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die. The Dream - John Donne Thanks for viewing it and the comments are welcome!!! Good weekend to everybody lovely friends!!! :)