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 —