Between my two hands as I sit I hold it there
And never will let it again go out of the hands of me.
For it may be that once you will let me wander the thoughts of you
By a chance, for a moment, and then you will see me bear
The fast-held lantern-light of the dream that was given by you
Since I never will let it go ... will you know? will you care
That the light I bear in my hands came out of the hands of you?
V.
If by the Messengers of Sleep