Monday, May 17

Somnambule 23

I did not dream of this a lot last night
Nor did the birds achirp or frogs trumpet
Not in my wakeless dancing did a fright
Jump out at me and snare me in its net.

I didn't watch the shadowed valleys fall
Onto my walks, nor did I let the cup
Of mine to overflow, I did it all,
'Cept with my enemies at table sup.

And surely Goodness will you follow me
Despite all of the days of my own life?
And dwell with me thou Good and Evil Tree
Deciding to postpone eternal strife?

     I did not dream of this at all last night,
     Not in my sleep, but in my waking light.

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