Dreams

To dream of love, and, waking, to remember you:

As though, being dead, one dreamed of heaven, and woke

      in hell.

At night my lovely dreams forget the old farewell:

Ah! wake not by his side, lest you remember too!

I set all Rome between us: with what joy I set

The wonder of the world against my world's delight!

Rome, that hast conquered worlds, with intellectual might

Capture my heart, and teach my memory to forget!