No, not to die,
But to sleep, forever,
With a restless, curious eye
Staring aghast at dreams!
More real than life and pain—
People and things I saw, I see, again.
The only real that’s real is the real which seems.
I missed you on the train.
The loudest dream
Sounded in my ears.
I missed the train
And saw it pull away—
But without agony or tears—
I love my dreams
More than life and pain.
The only real that’s real is the real which seems.
