A Dream

Beneath the loveliest dream there coils a fear.
Last night came she whose eyes are memories now,
Her far-off gaze seemed all-forgetful how
Love dimmed it once; so calm it shone and clear.
"Sorrow " (I said) " hath made me old, my dear;
'Tis I, indeed, but grief doth change the brow, —
A love like mine a seraph's neck might bow, —
Vigils like mine would blanch an angel's hair."
Ah, then I saw, I saw the sweet lips move!
I saw the love-mists thickening in her eyes, —
I heard wild wordless melodies of love
Like murmur of dreaming brooks in Paradise:
Tears balm'd of heav'n from eyes of sacrifice
Fell on me while I kiss'd her — kiss'd my dove!