What sweeter music can mortals make
To ease the heart of its human ache!—
And it seemed in my dream, that was all too true,
That I met in the woods again with you.
A sun-tanned face and brown bare knees,
And a hand stained red with dewberries.
And we stood a moment some thing to tell,
And then in the woods we said farewell.
But once I met you; yet, lo! it seems
Again and again we meet in dreams.
And I ask my soul what it all may mean;
If this is the love that should have been.
And oft and again I wonder, Can
What God intends be changed by man?