《The Dreame》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Dreame

Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee

Would I have broke this happy dreame,

It was a theame

For reason, much too strong for phantasie,

Therefore thou wakd'st me wisely; yet　

My Dreame thou brok'st not, but continued'st it,

Thou art so true, that thoughts of thee suffice,

To make dreames truths; and fables histories;

Enter these armes, for since thou thoughtst it best,

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

As lightning, or a Tapers light,

Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd mee;

Yet I thought thee

(For thou lovest truth) an Angell, at first sight,

But when I saw thou sawest my heart,　

And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art,

When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when

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

I must confesse, it could not chuse but bee

Prophane, to thinke thee any thing but thee.　

Comming and staying show'd thee, thee,

But rising makes me doubt, that now,

Thou art not thou.

That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee;

'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,　

If mixture it ofFeare, Shame, Honor, have;

Perchance as torches which must ready bee,

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

Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Thus I

Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die.