i held you in my arms last night
although you were not there;
we sailed the sunset ocean
without trouble, grief, or care —
a polish shone upon the sea,
and fair was streaked the sky —
then i woke up to see the spot
you used to occupy
the world is cold and empty now,
and full of sad extremes;
but in my arms you were, last night,
at least, within
my dreams
