Author Peter H. Lee If my lovesick dream became the spirit of a cricket, In the long, long autumn night, it would enter my love's room And wake her from her sleep, the sound sleep that has forgotten me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments