ANOTHER WAY.

Come to me in my dreams, and then,

One saith, I shall be well again,

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Nay, come not THOU in dreams, my sweet,

With shadowy robes, and silent feet,

And with the voice, and with the eyes

That greet me in a soft surprise.

Last night, last night, in dreams we met,

And how, to-day, shall I forget,

Or how, remembering, restrain

Mine incommunicable pain?

Nay, where thy land and people are,

Dwell thou remote, apart, afar,

Nor mingle with the shapes that sweep

The melancholy ways of Sleep.

But if, perchance, the shadows break,

If dreams depart, and men awake,

If face to face at length we see,

Be thine the voice to welcome me.