I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes: I cried in my dream `O women bid the young men lay `Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair, `Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair `Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.?