Amid the mystic fields of dreams <br /> I wandered, and came on a grave. <br /> Breathlessly still was all around <br /> Yet breathin' with an easy heart; <br /> And there beyond, in wooded grove, <br /> Were visions, all so much the same, <br /> That they became one. A girl drew near, <br /> And on me gazed with wanderin' eye, <br /> And would have passed, but that I called, <br /> Clappin' my hands above my head, <br /> ‘My time is now! ' and I followed <br /> After the beautiful spirit <br /> And bade her stop and look at me. <br /> And so I called her lovelier <br /> Than any else, only because <br /> She only then before me was. <br /> And, while we stood and gazed, a change, <br /> Diversely strange, was seen in her: <br /> She became ever more and more <br /> The one I loved before, ago; <br /> Could this be true, could this angel, <br /> Such that I could no longer doubt, <br /> Be the same, who was now to sight <br /> My muse, as lovely as last seen, <br /> As outer darkness starts to fall, <br /> Is this her or the lack therof. <br /> And what of, the abandoned grave, <br /> The girl now walks slowly towards <br /> And blindly circles, in half-turns, <br /> Now dances she round the tomb site; <br /> And, as the light of the moon glows <br /> Illuminatin' her movements <br /> Of diviner motion, she said,
