518 <br /> <br />Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night <br />Had scarcely deigned to lie— <br />When, stirring, for Belief's delight, <br />My Bride had slipped away— <br /> <br />If 'twas a Dream—made solid—just <br />The Heaven to confirm— <br />Or if Myself were dreamed of Her— <br />The power to presume— <br /> <br />With Him remain—who unto Me— <br />Gave—even as to All— <br />A Fiction superseding Faith— <br />By so much—as 'twas real—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-sweet-weight-on-my-heart-a-night/
