Upon a troubled night, I thought I dreamt
Of  something moving, twisting, causing me
To stumble. Breathlessly, still helplessly,
I bolted upright. There I saw, unkempt,
My face familiar in my mirror, yet
Just over and behind, my eyes discerned
The figure of some man. He looked, and turned
Away, then disappeared. Upon reflect-
-tion Later I could ease my anxious mind,
Until again, another night, I thought
I dreamt of something moving in my glass.
The figure stood in front. I moved to find
the sight of mine own eyes in shadows caught!
I fled, and screamed: "O demon wilt thou pass!"