And then the dream was broken, and I saw
Grania dividing salmon by a stream.
OLDEST PUPIL.
Hunger has made you dream of roasting flesh;
And though I all but weep to think of it,
The hunger of the crane, that starves himself
At the full moon because he is afraid
Of his own shadow and the glittering water,
Seems to me little more fantastical
Than this of yours.