Dreams

I gave my life to another lover

I gave my love, and all, and all—

But over a dream the past will hover

Out of a dream the past will call

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver

But on my breasts a kiss is hot

And by my bed the ghostly giver

Is waiting though I see him not

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver

But on my breast a kiss is hot

And by my bed the ghostly giver

Is waiting though I see him not

I see him not

Him not