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.'

      O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes

      The poets labouring all their days

      To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

      Are overthrown by a woman's gaze

      And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

      And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

      Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

      Before the unlabouring stars and you.

      I wander by the edge

      Of this desolate lake

      Where wind cries in the sedge

      Until the axle break

      That keeps the stars in their round