Volume 5 — Original. My Tears in Sleep.

"And He said: Weep not; the maid is not dead, but sleepeth." "Whence come these tears upon thy face? What sorrow craved these scalding drops of woe In peaceful sleep? Didst dream of pain or dire disgrace? Sob not so bitterly. I fain would know What made thee weep!" "Not for the woes which life may bring— The life, in sooth, that doth just now begin— These tears were shed. But memory hath a bitter sting, And dreaming bade me mourn the time of sin When I was dead."