What — most choice of dreams I choose to chatter, what dreamed me in middest night, once other chatterers crept to couch… (1–3) Every inch bethinks me, what eye blinks to see, tree of your dreams borne aloft on breeze, dragged out in dazzle, brightliest of beams. (4–6a) Thoroughly gotten in gold, poured & pouring, … Continue reading Dream of the Rood