| Him Part Three As sleep came over To spend the night, I was fearful For what I might, Just what I might have here to see. The dreadful night That I'd expected; The fearful dream of soul dissected, My soul dissected by things unseen. The dream to come Was that of ease, Of beauty, sun, Of grass and trees, The grass and trees that kiss and love me. The kindest love; the gentlest kiss; The softest touch In long time since, A long time since was sleep so clean. |