A DREAM.

Why will you haunt my sleep?

You know it may not be,

The grave is wide and deep,

That sunders you and me;

In bitter dreams we reap

The sorrow we have sown,

And I would I were asleep,

Forgotten and alone!

We knew and did not know,

We saw and did not see,

The nets that long ago

Fate wove for you and me;

The cruel nets that keep

The birds that sob and moan,

And I would we were asleep,

Forgotten and alone!