Far off I heard dark waters rush:

The sky was cold: the dawn broke green:

And wrapped in twilight and strange hush

The gray wind moaned between.

A voice rang through the House of Sleep,

And through its halls there went a tread;

Mysterious raiment seemed to sweep

Around one lying dead.

And then I knew that I had died,

I, who had suffered so and sinned—

And 'twas myself I stood beside

In the gray dawn and wind.