Last Night I Dreamed

Last night I dreamed, mine enemy,That you were at my side,As in the days e'er coldness cameOur spirits to divide.

You smiled again with cordial eyesAnd simple heart elate,As in the happy olden timeThat nothing knew of hate,

And I forgot, in converse glad,The bitterness since then,And nearer to my thought you seemed—Dearer—than other men;

For memory, with softened touchOf pity, that caressed,Made every kindness glow more bright,—And blotted out the rest.

Last night from dreams, mine enemy,I woke in tears, and knewThe soul, apart from mortal strife,Has naught with hate to do.