Classic Poem

I was a dreamer: I dreamed
A dream at the dark of dawn,
When the stars hung over the mountains
And morn was wan.

I dreamed my dream at morn,
At noon, at the even-light,
But I told it to you, dark woman,
One soft glad night.

And the sharing of my dream
Has brought me only this:
The gnawing pain of loss, the ache
For your mouth to kiss.

I walked the high hills last night,
And lo, where the pale stars gleam,
God's cold Voice spake: " If you dream again,
Tell none your dream;
Tell none your dream! "