The Last Quarrel

As I lay sleeping on my bed,
Before the dawn of day,
I dreamt my only Love was dead—
My only Love alway.

Oh, dreadful anguish of a dream,
Beyond all waking grief!
In all the darkness not a gleam,
Nor in the pang relief.

Yet was I spared the sharpest sword,
And the fierce thrust thereof—
I had forgotten the last word
Wherewith I sped my Love.

Media: <html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">The Last Quarrel</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">As</span> I lay sleeping on my bed,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Before the dawn of day,</p><p class="line">I dreamt my only Love was dead—</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">My only Love alway.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Oh, dreadful anguish of a dream,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Beyond all waking grief!</p><p class="line">In all the darkness not a gleam,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Nor in the pang relief.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Yet was I spared the sharpest sword,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the fierce thrust thereof—</p><p class="line">I had forgotten the last word</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Wherewith I sped my Love.</p></div></body></html>