Some early sound struck in

With the light story of my dream -

It crumbled into consciousness.

Scarcely aware of body and of bed

I clung to the warmth and the mind's dark.

A curtain rippled in the air,

The chairs stood up into my sight -

The walls - and sunlight - day.

Long, long ago it was, I crept to sleep,

And something - something -

For there was reason

Why I came to sleep as one might welcome death -

And I remembered.