Dreaming True
"MY sister of the cross,[1] why look'st thou pale?"
"I had a dream, a dream that came at midnight,
When dreams are true;
I saw the youth I love, and one was with him."
"My sister of the cross, why look'st thou pale?"
"The hair of the one with him was bright yellow,
Yellow like mine.
Her girdle was wound six times round her waist,
Even as mine is wound;
She wore a silver chain, and scarlet flowers
Glowed in her girdle.
The flowers in my girdle are all withered."
"My sister of the cross, why look'st thou pale?"
"They walked together in the wood like lovers,
But I saw he did not love her,
For all her yellow hair,
Nor for all her slender girdle,
Nor for all its scarlet flowers,
Nor the music of her chain,
- ↑ An elective relationship, hallowed by a special service in church.
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