A LOVE LESSON
by: Thomas Burke
(1887-1945)
AST night I dreamed of the maid with yellow curls,
She came to me in the room above my shop,
And we two were alone, freed from the laws of day.
I held her then to myself.
I took from her her clothing, garment by garment,
And watched them fall about her feet--
White petals of a flower.
And I drew from her to myself her thoughts, one by
one,
As often I had wished, till all of her was mine.
And then I was sad, for nothing was left to love.
And quickly I clothed her again, garment by
garment,
And gave her back her thoughts, one by one,
And awoke in joy.
I was glad that the dream was a dream,
And that all of her was not mine;
For I had learned
That love released from bond, and unburdened of
its fetters,
Is love no longer.
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