How childhood hour
Hath been a lasting dream!
And my soul still not waking
To the awaiting dawning beam!
An eternity spent
In shame and sorrow.
So that I could not gaze
Or dwell upon the morrow.
Dreams have been
Nothing more to me,
Than a brazen lie,
And more so a harsh reality.
For in that reality,
There were no hope to be found.
And with that commentary,
I share no common ground.
Though I have been happy
In a time before.
But this emotion
Was only found in dreams.
But in waking life,
I have felt no sadness more.
Nor have seen such light,
That o'er me will beam.
The message of this piece, is that the author finds that he only finds peace in dreaming. At the same time, he envies dreaming, because he would rather be happy while he is awake as well.