Sad dreams

"I do not know now what I dreamt last night. 
Sad, very sad, my visions must have been
For after I awoke, I felt within
My anxious dread, how durable my plight.

More self-possessed, regaining my control,
1 saw the moistened pillow where I slept.
And for the first time felt, because I wept,
A bitter sense of joy invade my soul.

Sad is that sleep which waits on misery
Which artful may our pent-up griefs decoy.
Yet has my sadness one consoling joy,
I knew that tears had not been denied to me."
-Gustavo Adolfo Becquer