Words Out of Waking

In the warm, fragrant darkness We lay, Side by side, Straight; And your voice That had been silent Came to me through the dark Asking, Do you smell the lilacs? You, half in sleep, Speaking softly,— Indistinctly. Then it seemed to me, A sudden moment, As if we lay in our graves, And you were speaking across From your mound to mine: In the springtime, Speaking of lilacs,— With muffled voice through the grass.