I stood beside my couch, and saw my soul
Radiant, unfettered, beautiful and bright,
Rise from the flesh, and softly steal away
Into the lonely silence of the night.
One glance it cast upon the senseless clay,
In those impassioned eyes I saw the gleam
Of bitter hatred and divine regret;
And cold with fear I woke from out my dream.
Bridges, Victor. “A Dream,” The Green Sheaf vol. 8, 1903, p. 10. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/GSV8-bridges-dream/