Two

LAST night I dreamed that there were two
Lithe, golden-hearted girls like you, —
And loved them both. What could I do ?

They both had just this wavy hair,
This pretty dress, looped here and there,
Your tone of voice, laugh, gesture, air.

One drew me with your modest eyes,
The other with your sweet replies ;
And both were full of sorceries,

And so alike I could not guess,
When one had gone, which loveliness
Lingered to deepen my distress,

But her I loved, and nothing loth
Whichever one! and pledged my troth ;
And so was true and false to both.

Awaking, it was well to find
Nature had not, howe’er inclined,
Made two of your distracting kind !