It must have been his name that stirred
My mind from slumber none too deep
As, waking in the night, I heard
My sister talking in her sleep.

I could not catch what else she said
As I lay there with heart aflame,
Thinking about the newly-dead,
Wondering why she should breathe his name—

Why she should dream of him who lay
Scarce colder in the grave than he
Since our unlucky wedding-day
Had ever shown himself to me.