It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness,
and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over,
and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has
turned to a fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall
speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream
we shall build another tower in the sky.
