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 hair, 
`Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair 
`Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.?