Her sweet weight on my heart a night
Had scarcely deigned to lie —
When, stirring, for belief's delight
My bride had slipped away —

If 'twas a dream — made solid — just
The heaven to confirm —
Or if myself were dreamed of her —
The power to presume —

With him remain — who unto me —
Gave — even as to all —
A fiction superseding faith —
By so much — as 'twas real —