The Dream Analysis

Dear love, for nothing less than thee

Would I have broke this happy dream;

It was a theme

For reason, much too strong for phantasy:

Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet

My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.

Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice

To make dreams truths, and fables histories.

Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best

Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.

As lightning or a taper's light,

Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me;

Yet I thought thee

(For thou lov'st truth) an angel 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

Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,

I must confess it could not choose but be

Prophane to think thee anything but thee.Comming and staying showed thee thee,

But rising makes me doubt, that now

Thou art not thou.

That Love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;

'Tis not all spirit pure and brave

If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour, have.

Perchance as torches, which must ready be,

Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me,

Thou cam'st to kindle, go'st to come; Then I

Will dream that hope again, but else would die.

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