And fear hath slipped away to leave me sing.
I sleep, and feel afloating.
Whither! Whither! To wake,—
And wonder warmeth at my heart,
I’ve waked in yester-year!
What! Ye? And what! I’st thou?
Ah, have I then slept, to dream? Come,
Ne’er a dream-wraith looked me such a welcoming!
’Twas yesterday this hand wert then afold,
And now,—ah, do I dream?