Christina Rossetti: A Dream

A Dream


Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)   We stood together in an open field;   Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled, Sporting at ease and courting full in view. When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,   Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;   Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield; So farewell life and love and pleasures new. Then as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,   Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,   I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:   But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound     Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.