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 fair,}
{Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair}
{Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.}
