Song

I dream'd that I woke from a dream,
And the house was full of light;
At the window two angel Sorrows
Held back the curtains of night.

The door was wide, and the house
Was full of the morning wind;
At the door two armed warders
Stood silent, with faces blind.

I ran to the open door,
For the wind of the world was sweet;
The warders with crossing weapons
Turn'd back my issuing feet.

I ran to the shining windows —
There the winged Sorrows stood;
Silent they held the curtains,
And the light fell through in a flood.

I clomb to the highest window —
Ah! there, with shadow'd brow,
Stood one lonely radiant Sorrow,
And that, my love, was thou.