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 though cam'st a thousand times
A messenger from the radiant climes,
And smile on the new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my mouth,
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.
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