Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young

Last night I dreamed I saw my mother young. I never knew her till her hair was grey; Last night I saw the shadows lit away And pearls about her shoulders strung. Out from our haunts of home among She came as if she knew them not. There lay Old hope in her young eyes. And gay Her speech came in some laughing tongue.

I who had watched the stolen march of days And would not see the theft which was their sign Moved happily to meet her, mute with praise For this the witchery that made her fair. But yet the pretty hand that lay in mine Was not the one I love upon my hair.