{"id":884,"date":"2011-03-05T17:50:08","date_gmt":"2011-03-05T17:50:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=884"},"modified":"2014-06-24T07:39:28","modified_gmt":"2014-06-24T07:39:28","slug":"a-dream-by-matthew-aronold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-dream-by-matthew-aronold\/","title":{"rendered":"A Dream by Matthew Aronold"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Matthew.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-232 lazyload\" title=\"Matthew\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Matthew-210x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"210\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Matthew-210x300.jpg 210w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Matthew.jpg 421w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 210px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 210\/300;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">A Dream<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Matthew Aronold<\/p>\n<p>Was it a dream? We sail&#8217;d, I thought we sail&#8217;d,<br \/>\nMartin and I, down the green Alpine stream,<br \/>\nBorder&#8217;d, each bank, with pines; the morning sun,<br \/>\nOn the wet umbrage of their glossy tops,<br \/>\n5On the red pinings of their forest-floor,<br \/>\nDrew a warm scent abroad; behind the pines<br \/>\nThe mountain-skirts, with all their sylvan change<br \/>\nOf bright-leaf&#8217;d chestnuts and moss&#8217;d walnut-trees<br \/>\nAnd the frail scarlet-berried ash, began.<br \/>\n10Swiss chalets glitter&#8217;d on the dewy slopes,<br \/>\nAnd from some swarded shelf, high up, there came<br \/>\nNotes of wild pastoral music over all<br \/>\nRanged, diamond-bright, the eternal wall of snow.<br \/>\nUpon the mossy rocks at the stream&#8217;s edge,<br \/>\n15Back&#8217;d by the pines, a plank-built cottage stood,<br \/>\nBright in the sun; the climbing gourd-plant&#8217;s leaves<br \/>\nMuffled its walls, and on the stone-strewn roof<br \/>\nLay the warm golden gourds; golden, within,<br \/>\nUnder the eaves, peer&#8217;d rows of Indian corn.<br \/>\n20We shot beneath the cottage with the stream.<br \/>\nOn the brown, rude-carved balcony, two forms<br \/>\nCame forth Olivia&#8217;s, Marguerite! and thine.<br \/>\nClad were they both in white, flowers in their breast;<br \/>\nStraw hats bedeck&#8217;d their heads, with ribbons blue,<br \/>\n25Which danced, and on their shoulders, fluttering, play&#8217;d.<br \/>\nThey saw us, they conferred; their bosoms heaved,<br \/>\nAnd more than mortal impulse fill&#8217;d their eyes.<br \/>\nTheir lips moved; their white arms, waved eagerly,<br \/>\nFlash&#8217;d once, like falling streams; we rose, we gazed.<br \/>\n30One moment, on the rapid&#8217;s top, our boat<br \/>\nHung poised and then the darting river of Life<br \/>\n(Such now, methought, it was), the river of Life,<br \/>\nLoud thundering, bore us by; swift, swift it foam&#8217;d,<br \/>\nBlack under cliffs it raced, round headlands shone.<br \/>\n35Soon the plank&#8217;d cottage by the sun-warm&#8217;d pines<br \/>\nFaded the moss the rocks; us burning plains,<br \/>\nBristled with cities, us the sea received.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Dream by Matthew Aronold Was it a dream? We sail&#8217;d, I thought we sail&#8217;d, Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream, Border&#8217;d, each bank, with pines; the morning sun, On the wet umbrage of their glossy tops, 5On the red pinings of their forest-floor, Drew a warm scent abroad; behind the pines The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-884","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1700s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/884","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=884"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/884\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=884"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=884"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}