| I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, |
| For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; |
| And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood |
| With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream- dimmed eyes: |
| I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay |
| Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair, |
| Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair |
| Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away. |