And now, I'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tenderer renown.
XIX.
DREAMS.
Let me not mar that perfect dream
By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.
XX.
NUMEN LUMEN.
I live with him, I see his face;
I go no more away
For visitor, or sundown;
Death's single privacy,
The only one forestalling mine,
And that by right that he
Presents a claim invisible,
No wedlock granted me.
I live with him, I hear his voice,
I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty
Of immortality
Taught me by Time, — the lower way,
Conviction every day, —
That life like this is endless,
Be judgment what it may.