I Slept in Beauty, Then Awoke by Anna Vera Williams

I Slept in Beauty — and Awoke

I slept in beauty — and awoke.
Then ugliness was mine.
That morning, yet, the wall between
My sleep and hellish wake was broke
And through a crack did shine
What peaceful, dormant eyes had seen:

A light just bright enough to show
Into this waking place:
A dream we call reality,
Not bright enough to cast a glow
Upon my darkened face,
Nor at hell's immortality.

Written by Anna Williams at age 15

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