I DREAMED that somewhere in the shadowy place, Grief of farewell unspoken was forgot In welcome, and regret remembered not； And hopeless prayer accomplished¹ turned to praise On lips that had been songless many days； Hope had no more to hope for, and desire And dread² were overpast, in white attire³ 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 'ware⁴ 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.