Chapter 55 No.55

"Mother, mother, can I dream

Beneath your earthly trees?

I had a vision and a gleam,

I heard a sound more sweet than these

When rippled by the wind:

Did you see the Dove with wings

Bathed in golden glisterings

From a sunless light behind,

Dropping on me from the sky,

Soft as mother's kiss, until

I seemed to leap and ye