Seeing the world and the sky like creatures hostile together.
And I in the fur of the world, and you a pale fleck from the sky,
How we hate each other to-night, hate, you and I,
As the world of activity hates the dream that goes on on high,
As a man hates the dreaming woman he loves, but who will not reply.
DREAM-CONFUSED [p. xxxii]
Is that the moon
At the window so big and red?
No one in the room,
No one near the bed——?