A Dream

1 dreamed I had hard words wlth you Last, mIkIi!, dear love, I kuow not wliy, Sorne trivial word or act of yourt Had roused my anger and when 1 Awoke my In-art and braln Were sniartlug wltu the wrong and pain. I dreamed your eyes - those tender eyes - Iookod coldly, sternly Into mine, And In the accents of your volee Wa do concillatlng slgn. And yet, 'tl strange I do not know Wliut 'twas that chafled and vexed nu so. Forglve me, love ! I had forgot; Dreams are as treacherous ns our joys. And, dreamlng, I reniembered not That for three years your blessed volee lias Kllent been. and claisies white llave hid your sweet eyea from my sight.