Last dawn I rose from dreams of you
Such a sweet sleep of a long summer night,
When the winds were breathing low thru orchards with gloom hue
And the stars were flickering, shooting their shine strips bright
I rose from dreams of you,
And in my dream a spirit; a saint; a fairy of the night
In my feet had led me - who knows how
To your chamber-window, sweet window under the moon light
The wandering airs of summer dawn broke into your chamber wall
On the dark, the silent stream, -
The burst of flowers odors beguiling fall
Like sweet thoughts in a calm wondrous dream,
The nightingale sang its song with no complaint,
It was under the kingdom of the night baring forth upon its heart,
As I must be under your magic kingdom
Oh, beloved as you are; I am under your wisdom
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