I dreamed in my sleep. I dreamed that a very beautiful woman who wore
upon her naked breast the emblem of the moon fashioned in crystal, stood
over me, looking down upon me with large dark eyes. And as she looked
she sighed. Thrice she sighed, each time more deeply than the last. Then
she knelt down by me--or so it seemed in my dream, and laid a tress of
her long dark hair against my yellow locks, as though she would match
them together. She did more, indeed--in my dream--for lifting that tress
of fragrant hair, she let it fall like thistledown across my face and
mouth, and then kissed the hair, for I felt her breath reach me through
its strands.
The dream ended thus, though I wished very much that it would go on, and
I felt as though it had gone away as such visions do. Awhile later, as I
suppose, I awoke quite suddenly, and opened my eyes. There, near to me,
glittering in the full light of the brilliant moon, stood the woman of
my dream, only now her naked breast was covered with a splendid cloak
broidered with silver, and on her dark locks was a feathered headdress
in front of which rose the crescent of the moon, likewise fashioned in
silver.
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