To a Lady, LXXV

Dids’t ever fall in a fearful dream! For now I was falling so: And ye who have dream’d a fall, may deem It was fearful to fall so low. Falling, and falling, and falling—Hark! ’Twas a voice from the Earth that caught me; ’Twas wild as the song of the morning lark, Or the laugh that my mother taught me!