Bereaved

Bereaved

What was that eager one in white ,
Who walked beside thee day and night ?
My sleep is broken .
He would not brook that I should be
One poor half-hour alone with thee —
My dream is spoken .

I saw thee once with careless grace
Lie reading in a sunny place :
My sleep is broken .
Between us then , as I adored ,
There fell the shadow of his sword —
My dream is spoken .

Last night I passed upon the stair
Two presences with shining hair :
My sleep is broken .
I knew not then and know not now
Which was thy guardian , which wast thou —
My dream is spoken .

Received October 10th 1953