"In the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart"

UNWORTHY! yea,
So high thou art above me
I hardly dare to love thee,
But kneel and lay
All homage and all worship at thy feet,
O lady sweet!
 
Yet dreams are strong:
Their wordless wish suffices
To win them Paradises
Of sun and song.
Delight our waking life can never know
The dreams bestow.
 
And in a dream,
Dupe of its bold beguiling,
I watch thy blue eyes smiling;
I see them gleam

With love the waking moments have forbidden,
And veiled and hidden.
 
O brave deceit!
In dreams thy glad eyes glisten,
In dreams I lie and listen
Thy bosom beat,
Hiving hot lips among thy temple-hair,
O lady fair!

And tho' I live,
Dreaming in such fair fashion,
I think, in thy compassion,
Thou wilt forgive,
Since I but dream, and since my heart will ache
When I awake.