LAST NIGHT I DREAMED, a poem

LAST night I dreamed, mine enemy,
     That you were at my side,
As in the days ere coldness came
     Our spirits to divide.

You smiled again with cordial eyes
     And simple heart elate,
As in the happy olden time
     That nothing knew of hate,

And I forgot, in converse glad,
     The bitterness since then,
And nearer to my thought you seemed—
     Dearer—than other men;

For memory, with softened touch
     Of pity, that caressed,
Made every kindness glow more bright,—
     And blotted out the rest.

Last night from dreams, mine enemy,
     I woke in tears, and knew
The soul, apart from mortal strife,
     Has naught with hate to do.

"Last Night I dreamed" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Harper's Monthly Magazine (March 1911), The Unconquered Air (1912) and Poems (1916) Volume II.