Yes, there's the dream! And was it sweet or
sad?
Dear mistress of my waking and my sleep,
Present reward of all my heart's desire,
Watching with me beside the winter fire,
Interpret now this vision that I had.
But while you read the meaning, let me keep
The touch of you: for the Old Year with storm
Is passing through the midnight, and doth shake
The corners of the house,--and oh! my heart
would break
Unless both dreaming and awake
My hand could feel your hand was warm, warm,
warm!