The poem
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for phantasy: Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truths, and fables histories. Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest. As lightning or a taper's light, Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me; Yet I thought thee (For thou lov'st truth) an angel at first sight; But when I saw thou saw'st my heart, And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angels art, When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then, I must confess it could not choose but be Prophane to think thee anything but thee.
Comming and staying showed thee thee, But rising makes me doubt, that now Thou art not thou. That Love is weak, where fear's as strong as he; 'Tis not all spirit pure and brave If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour, have. Perchance as torches, which must ready be, Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me, Thou cam'st to kindle, go'st to come; Then I Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
metaphysical poetry
Everything which is elaborated by the John Donne in his poetry is true and unescapable in the sense that he insinuate his meanings in best poetic terms like conciet and imagries. The Dream is the perfect embodiment of realization of ideas and thoughts which are actually the base of anything.