HE TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS
 
 I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
 For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
 And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the
 wood
 With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed
 eyes:
 I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay
 Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your fair,
 Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair
 Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.