CHAPTER XVII

THE DREAM My hand has never touched your hand, I have not seen your face, No sound of any spoken word has passed between us two— Yet night by night I come to you in some unearthly place, And all my dreams of day and night are dreams of love and you. The moon has never shone on us together in our sleep, The sun has never seen us kiss beneath the arch of day, Your eyes have never looked in mine—your soul has looked so deep, That all the sundering veils of sense are drawn and done away. My lids are sealed with…