The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
        Was but a dream; and now I wake
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
        For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
        A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
        For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
        My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
        For a dream's sake.