MY dead love came to me, and said: <br />'God gives me one hour's rest, <br />To spend with thee on earth again: <br />How shall we spend it best?' <br /> <br />'Why, as of old,' I said; and so <br />We quarrelled, as of old: <br />But, when I turned to make my peace, <br />That one short hour was told.<br /><br />Stephen Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-142/
