Within a Dream, It Cannot Die
I want you to know one thing.
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I laugh, I fight; and you, l’homme qui rît
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
They’d judge Us
So We must meet apart
To look once more into each other’s face.
My soul stands at the window of my room
And I ten thousand miles away.
It is most mad and moonly
And I hold within my hand
A dream, which was not all a dream
And more it cannot die
In life after life, in age after age, forever
I carry your heart with me
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet,
Yet if hope has flown away,
Now, in my bed
Is but a dream within a dream.