We've our business to attend Day's duties, br bend back the bow in dreams as we may br til the end rimes in the taut string br with the sending. Reveries are rivers and flow br where the cold light gleams reflecting the window upon the br surface of the table, br the presst-glass creamer, the pewter sugar bowl, the litter br of coffee cups and saucers, br carnations painted growing upon whose surfaces. The whole br composition of surfaces leads into the other br current disturbing br what I would take hold of. I'd been br br in the course of a letter – I am still br in the course of a letter – to a friend, br who comes close in to my thought so that br the day is hers. My hand writing here br there shakes in the currents of... of air? br of an inner anticipation of...? reaching to touch br ghostly exhilarations in the thought of her. br br At the extremity of this br design br 'there is a connexion working in both directions, as in br the bow and the lyre'– br only in that swift fulfillment of the wish br that sleep br can illustrate my hand br sweeps the string. br br You stand behind the where-I-am. br The deep tones and shadows I will call a woman. br The quick high notes... You are a girl there too, br having something of sister and of wife, br inconsolate, br and I would play Orpheus for you again, br br recall the arrow or song br to the trembling daylight br from which it sprang.