I DREAMED the peach-trees blossomed once again, 
I dreamed the birds were calling in the dew. 
Sun-rays fell round me like a golden rain, 
And all was well with us and life was new. 
How that great joy was born I cannot tell . 
The warm low sun, the blossom on the wall, 
With life so new to us and all so well, 
And some lost word I never may recall. 
Like a dark pool that once did mirror spring, 
Or like a sealed shrine with a secret flame, 
Though boughs are barren now and no birds sing, 
I know the joy I never may reclaim. 
