I woke, and yet I longed to sleep
Again, to find the road
That I had followed through my dreams
As moon and starlight glowed.
For though I can't recall the thought
- It left me unaware -
I long to know what darkness wrought
To know what held me there.
It passed, although its wistful taste
Still tarries on my tongue
Of tales untold and kingdoms old
Of siren's songs unsung.
What bed of stone led me alone
Upon the angel's stair
To view the earth from heaven's throne?
What marvels held me there?
What innocence, what pure delight
Did come to me in sleep
That I should curse the morning light
Which comes my dreams to reap?
I beheld a world unbroken
And breathed a purer air
Than mortal lips have e'er spoken.
What promise held me there!