Already nodding o’er his noonday pipe,
Should beck at sever’d dreams with one nod more,
And so consent to our dreams.
Room-mates made,
We slamm’d his door and woke him; not ourselves.
Our dreamland lasted, that is, when we two
Were by ourselves. When more surrounded us—
You know boy-friends are shy: is it a trait,
Their shielding of their hearts, that fits them thus
For life-tilts of their manhood?—How we two