We could dream again, if we could lie, if we could close our eyes to what we’ve done, but now I fear all dreams will end in guilty starts. I dreamed I dreamed, perhaps I died, and dreamed of what I’ve done, what we have done, it all undone. I thought we were discovered, not to ourselves, but to the world, and I was happy. Such blest relief, to need not lie, and finally I could lie down and sleep again, for the weight of this sin was gone. Yes, for a night’s sleep, I fear I would betray you.
A Guilty Start
Tale Told 