I dreamt a dream of Rebecca,
As if she drew anear,
It was a dream filled with profound
Forgotten love and fear.

That was a joyful day I know,
We talked and played and sang
Within the spacious airy rooms;
Somewhere a church bell rang.

There all day long we ran and laughed,
And lovely words exchanged,
We plucked and ate our favourite fruit,
A wholesome lunch arranged.

Beside the casement long we stood,
And we beheld a stream,
Whose water made a ringing sound,
I heard in a sweet, sweet dream.

The evening breeze played with her locks,
That moved and swayed and flew,
And on her cheeks the moonbeams fell,
The evening breeze still blew.

She told me of her ancient home,
More ancient than this fort,
She could continue, unless a bat
would screech, her flow abort.

Down from the rafter he emerged,
Flew past the corridor,
His shiny eyes gleamed in the dark,
His ***** the silence tore.

We stood there still, we could not move,
A certain fume engulfed
Our eyes and mind, full numb we stood;
Meanwhile a wild hound barked.

I want to tell what happened then,
Although my brain betrays,
All the strange shapes men have not seen,
Did tame us and amaze.

A sudden noise, a ghastly noise
I heard, it broke my trance.
The buoyant soul of Rebecca
Off went, departed once.

Down from the terrace steep she fell,
She danced three years ago,
The sudden thud that ceased her breath,
Ceased her blood to flow.