The sweetest dream

Fold, white arms, about me;

Cling, sweet lips to mine!

Sweetest sweet, without thee

I but waste and pine.

Lean, dear face, above me;

Soft hands, hold mine close;

Let me look and love thee,

O my very rose!

Comfort me with kisses

That your soul comes through;

Let the old dead blisses

Breathe and burn anew.

Lean upon my bosom

Till I feel yours beat,

And your mouth's sweet blossom

Passion make more sweet.

O my sweet one, sweetest,

Love of loves supreme,

This has been the fleetest,

Sweetest, bitterest dream.