Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day

Come, as thou cams't a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cams't in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream in truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say - "My love, why sufferest thou?"

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day