Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

I could never tell reality from dreams, so palpable, oil on canvas seems, and while in both realms, I now dwell, must I say to one, farewell? or go on living in Hell? On a long spring day one hopeful May, my imagination would display violet poplars and undergrowth of green, where emerged a woman, so serene - magically, from nature, unforeseen. She spoke to me and I could feel that she must certainly be real, but she told me she wasn't there. I said I didn't care - she was the answer to my prayer. As dappled light on my skin, tingled, reality and dreams commingled, and this lady fine and fair, that I swore I saw standing there, disappeared slowly in the air.