Agnes Burns Lawson
My Dream World
If my dream world must sweeter be
Then let my dreaming be of thee'
O'h kindred love and kiss of bee'
As it flutters round the blossomed tree
A silent love that in one moments flight
Stilled my beating heart in sighing plight
To stir emotions thro' the sleeping night
And awaken passions fruit to my hearts delight
By the air of it's operatic recited play