The Hope I Dreamed Of Was A Dream, Was But A Dream; And Now I Wake, Exceeding Comfortless, And Worn, And Old, For A Dream'S Sake. I Hang My Harp Upon A Tree, A Weeping Willow In A Lake; I Hang My Silent Harp There, Wrung And Snapt For A Dream'S Sake. Lie Still, Lie Still, My Breaking Heart; My Silent Heart, Lie Still And Break: Life, And The World, And Mine Own Self, Are Changed For A Dream'S Sake.