Sorrow sits by my side

Fondling my careless hair.

She is the lady of golden

Gestures to silence beholden.

Only she does not deride

My dreams and what makes them fair.

Now she doth cease and whisper

The use of dreams to my soul.

She tells me they mean God's blessing

The spirit's shining releasing

From the world's weight and sister

To life's unchanging whole.