New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender Quotes

“Daybreak"

At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.
Her hair a harp, the hand of breeze follows
And plays, against the white cloud of the pillows.
Then, in a flush of rose, she woke, and here eyes that opened
Swam in blue through her rose flesh that dawned.
‘My dream becomes my dream,’ she said, ‘come true.
I waken from you to my dream of you.’
Oh, my own wakened dream then dared assume
The audacity of her sleep. Our dreams
Poured into each other’s arms, like streams.”
― Stephen Spender, New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender