Somewhile Before The Dawn I Rose, And Stept Softly Along The Dim Way To Your Room, And Found You Sleeping In The Quiet Gloom, And Holiness About You As You Slept. I Knelt There; Till Your Waking Fingers Crept About My Head, And Held It. I Had Rest Unhoped This Side Of Heaven, Beneath Your Breast. I Knelt A Long Time, Still; Nor Even Wept. It Was Great Wrong You Did Me; And For Gain Of That Poor Moment'S Kindliness, And Ease, And Sleepy Mother-Comfort! Child, You Know How Easily Love Leaps Out To Dreams Like These, Who Has Seen Them True. And Love That's Wakened So Takes All Too Long To Lay Asleep Again.