{"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":"

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A Dream<\/h1>\n

by Matthew Aronold<\/p>\n

Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d,
\nMartin and I, down the green Alpine stream,
\nBorder’d, each bank, with pines; the morning sun,
\nOn the wet umbrage of their glossy tops,
\n5On the red pinings of their forest-floor,
\nDrew a warm scent abroad; behind the pines
\nThe mountain-skirts, with all their sylvan change
\nOf bright-leaf’d chestnuts and moss’d walnut-trees
\nAnd the frail scarlet-berried ash, began.
\n10Swiss chalets glitter’d on the dewy slopes,
\nAnd from some swarded shelf, high up, there came
\nNotes of wild pastoral music over all
\nRanged, diamond-bright, the eternal wall of snow.
\nUpon the mossy rocks at the stream’s edge,
\n15Back’d by the pines, a plank-built cottage stood,
\nBright in the sun; the climbing gourd-plant’s leaves
\nMuffled its walls, and on the stone-strewn roof
\nLay the warm golden gourds; golden, within,
\nUnder the eaves, peer’d rows of Indian corn.
\n20We shot beneath the cottage with the stream.
\nOn the brown, rude-carved balcony, two forms
\nCame forth Olivia’s, Marguerite! and thine.
\nClad were they both in white, flowers in their breast;
\nStraw hats bedeck’d their heads, with ribbons blue,
\n25Which danced, and on their shoulders, fluttering, play’d.
\nThey saw us, they conferred; their bosoms heaved,
\nAnd more than mortal impulse fill’d their eyes.
\nTheir lips moved; their white arms, waved eagerly,
\nFlash’d once, like falling streams; we rose, we gazed.
\n30One moment, on the rapid’s top, our boat
\nHung poised and then the darting river of Life
\n(Such now, methought, it was), the river of Life,
\nLoud thundering, bore us by; swift, swift it foam’d,
\nBlack under cliffs it raced, round headlands shone.
\n35Soon the plank’d cottage by the sun-warm’d pines
\nFaded the moss the rocks; us burning plains,
\nBristled with cities, us the sea received.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Dream by Matthew Aronold Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d, Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream, Border’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…<\/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,"_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":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t