Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
- There, the eyes are
- Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer In death’s dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom