Original (inglés)

SONGS OF TWO I   Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead;       And as I slept, forgot of man and God,       That other dreamless sleep of rest,       I heard a footstep on the sod,       As of one passing overhead,—   And lo, thou, Dear, didst touch me on the breast,       Saying: "What shall I write against thy name           That men should see?"       Then quick the answer came,           "I was beloved of thee." II       Dear Giver of Thysel