Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night


Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie
When, stirring, for Belief’s delight,
My Bride had slipped away

If ’twas a Dream made solid just
The Heaven to confirm
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her
The power to presume

With Him remain who unto Me
Gave even as to All
A Fiction superseding Faith
By so much as ’twas real


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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night