WAS it the double of my dream br The woman that by me lay br Dreamed, or did we halve a dream br Under the first cold gleam of day? br I thought: 'There is a waterfall br Upon Ben Bulben side br That all my childhood counted dear; br Were I to travel far and wide br I could not find a thing so dear.' br My memories had magnified br So many times childish delight. br I would have touched it like a child br But knew my finger could but have touched br Cold stone and water. I grew wild. br Even accusing Heaven because br It had set down among its laws: br Nothing that we love over-much br Is ponderable to our touch. br I dreamed towards break of day, br The cold blown spray in my nostril. br But she that beside me lay br Had watched in bitterer sleep br The marvellous stag of Arthur, br That lofty white stag, leap br From mountain steep to steep.