| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | IX. Love Sonnets
4. “What though our dream is broken?” | | By Henry Theodore Tuckerman (1813–1871) |
| | | WHAT though our dream is broken? Yet again | |
| Like a familiar angel it shall bear | |
| Consoling treasures for these days of pain, | |
| Such as they only who have grieved can share: | |
| As unhived nectar for the bee to sip, | 5 |
| Lurks in each flower-cell which the spring-time brings, | |
| As music rests upon the quiet lip, | |
| And power to soar yet lives in folded wings; | |
| So let the love on which our spirits glide | |
| Flow deep and strong beneath its bridge of sighs, | 10 |
| No shadow resting on the latent tide | |
| Whose heavenward current baffles human eyes, | |
| Until we stand upon the holy shore, | |
| And realms it prophesied at length explore. | | | | |
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