Were I to Dream, 1810

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WERE I TO DREAM

 

A poem by Elisabeth Carrion, Baroness Woldzmir, 1810

 

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Were I to Dream how fine all

Would seem to be. 

 

From the bustling bastion of ivory

To  those seas that gleam

With iridescent light from above me,

Dreams fester, I have been told, and therein sire history.

 

I have visualized a bridge, antiquated and doddery,

Held by a ligneous beam,

Or two, maybe three. 

A haze shrouded it but still, 

Beyond that grey flurry,

Was a path that stretched as far across

As the mundane eye could see. 

 

It comforted, 

Bereaving me of misery

As I found clarity.

 

How pleasant it must be,

That sensation,

to Dream.

 

 

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Emerentia Kovachev reads the poem during breakfast one morning, finding the women of Carrion to be very talented when it comes to expression and poetry.