Songs of Two

Excerpt

  Last night I dreamed this dream:  That I was dead;
      And as I slept, forgot of man and God,
      That other dreamless sleep of rest,
      I heard a footstep on the sod,
      As of one passing overhead,—­
  And lo, thou, Dear, didst touch me on the breast,
      Saying:  “What shall I write against thy name
          That men should see?”
      Then quick the answer came,
          “I was beloved of thee.”