Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (45)

    I DREAMED that somewhere in the shadowy place, Grief of farewell unspoken was forgot In welcome, and regret remembered not； And hopeless prayer accomplished turned to praise On lips that had been songless many days； Hope had no more to hope for, and desire And dread were overpast, in white attire New born we walked among the new world's ways.

    Then from the press of shades a spirit threw Towards me such apples as these gardens bear； And turning, I was 'ware of her, and knew And followed her fleet voice and flying hair, -Followed, and found her not, and seeking you I found you never, dearest, anywhere.