Nor any more can day of death, dividing
Their earthborn loves, those happy haunts invade.
But joy for ever—if that joy compare
With my best joy on earth, may I be there!
Though even from that I shrink and am afraid.
Now when I woke and thought upon this vision,
Wherein she smiled on me and I on her,
I could not quite be clear of all misprision
Who of us most was changed: or if it were
The song I heard not—sleeping as I heard—