O cease! thy varied mumble, O Dream;
Though sweet is the droan as bumblebee's,
No longer can it sustain the waning Heart!
O rise! And shed off thy dusky mask,
And don on justly the dawn's garb!
What seest thou? --
Dark reality it would seem
Mirrored in truth's stark beam!
Thy brood of lies, asleep in noon's warm glow,
On awakening would weep to know
The truths which only day can show!
O why delude my being,
When eyes well seeing seest not thee;
Though sleep swears thou art
What awakening perceives not!