April 7

Late, in a dream, an unknown lady I saw

Stand on a tomb; down she to me stepped thence.

"They tell me," quoth I, "thou art one of the dead!"

And scarce believed for gladness the yea she said;

A strange auroral bliss, an arctic awe,

A new, outworldish joy awoke intense,

To think I talked with one that verily was dead.