CHAPTER XX

THE WOMAN OF THE DREAM Oh, was it in the dead of night, Or in the dark before the day, You came to me and kneeling, knew The thing that I would never say? There was no star, nor any moon, There was no light from pole to pole, And yet you saw the secret thing, That I had hid within my soul. You saw the secret and the shrine, You bowed your head and went your way— …