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A coolness on my face
Breathes from the whole place --
Your remnant song, that seems
Refl ective, now, subdued,
Sounding entirely good.
With such things on my chest,
And with my Thermarest
Between me and the stones
And sticks, to spare old bones
That have no fl esh to spare --
Outstretched, with eyes covered
Beside this upper reach,
With your much dwindled stream
Still making itself heard
I went down into sleep
Through the leaf-shady air.
In my sleep came a dream,
And in the dream
(I swear)
A vision, then a speech,
Abrupt as a sonic boom,
That broke into the hush
I faced in a long room
In which I used to teach --
Broke, then went on in a rush,
In which the vision hovered.
Here it is, word for word: