Chapter 495 No.495

Ay, but soon ye woke up shrieking,

As a child that wakes at night

From a dream of sisters speaking

In a garden's summer-light,-

That wakes, starting up and bounding,

In a lonely lonely bed,

With a wall of darkness round him,

Stifling black about his head!

And the full sense of your mortal

Rushed upon you deep and loud,