My Dead Dream by Sarojini Naidu

Have you found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago

You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.

Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep

And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?

Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves?

Would you scare the white, nested, wild pigeons of joy from my eaves?

Would you touch and defile with dead fingers the robes of my priest?

Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love at my feast?

Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,

Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago.

Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart!

Profane not the shrines I have raised in the clefts of my heart.

Which statement best describes a theme of the poem "My Dead Dream"?

Living in the past prevents one from looking toward the future.

Reflecting on what once was can lead to pain and regret.

Dreams are only fantasies, while life dwells in reality.

Leaving the past behind is the only way to ensure happiness.