W. C. Scully - I Leant My Breast lyrics

I Leant my breast against the golden gate That bars the body from the land of dreams, But lets the soul to roam in lawns where wait, Or wander down the banks of shining streams, The dead and living, holding strange debate Of things that yet should happen 'neath the beams Of suns as yet unrisen, whilst listless Fate Paused, and the stars unyoked their tired teams. And as my hand the latch sought, for I fain Had followed one who bore a white rose-wreath, Sleep touched mine eyes with darkness, and the pain Of longing ceased; and when I next drew breath I heard a voice low whisper, "It is vain To enter here--thou first must drink of d**h!"