I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free, 
Enfranchised thee from Fate's overmastering power, 
And girt thy being with a scatheless dower 
Of rich and joyous immortality;
O Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee, 
In thy lone, dread, incalculable hour 
From those pale hands at which all mortals cower, 
And conquered Death by Love, like Savitri. 
When I awoke, alas, my love was vain 
E'en to annul one throe of destined pain, 
Or by one heart-beat to prolong thy breath;
O Love, alas, that love could not assuage 
The burden of thy human heritage, 
Or save thee from the swift decrees of Death.