I HELD you in a dream,
Yet not a dream,
For neither light nor darkness
Touched our eyes,
Nor sound our ears;
And earth was but faintly sensed
Beneath our feet.

I felt the satin pressure of your lips;
And then I knew the passion of your breasts
Against my aching heart.

And deep within the dream
I heard the awakening pulse of life,
Which only lightly slept;
And I fled fearing to meet the dawn
And our dream for what it was—
Where neither light nor darkness
Dwelt, nor earth beneath
Our feet . . . nor sound.