That aught of mortal mould could be so fair;
(’Twas but a dream—we cannot frame our dreams)
And as I gazed, methought he knelt him down,
And vowed himself to me, for evermore!
There—read me that!
Mar.I will. Now, mark my words,
The lover whom thou seest in a dream
Will, in due season, court thee—in a dream.
And, if the courtship prosper, as it will,
Some day, perhaps, he’ll wed thee—in a dream.