I HAD a dream, and in the dream they said.
You were no more, and took me to the place
Where you lay buried; over your bright face
Bright grasses grew, and bright flowers nourished
Out of the loveliness of your bright head —
And as I stood there, weeping for a space,
A faint voice murmured, " Susan was the Ace
Of all those more than ninety wives you wed! "

The number on your tomb was Ninety-two!
My Four-and-Twentieth Wife I took in play
And showed her where her predecessors lay,
One time ... Why do I tell you these things, Sue?
I don't believe in dreams, Sweetheart, do you?
But still they make one pensive! ... Welladay!