Sweet angel, dream of me

The birds are still, and nature sleeps,

in silver light the river flows,

bright stars awake in azure deeps,

and all I love 's in sweet repose!

O while my heart in sad unrest

its lovely vigil keeps for thee,

in radiant slumbers, calm and blest,

my own sweet angel, dream of me!

No star that gems the arch above

but waits for thee to charm the night;

o could I breathe my boundless love

in words that speak my heart's delight!

From cares that wake at morning's hour,

till day hath blushed o'er land and sea,

sleep thou, as sleeps the lovely flow'r,

my own sweet angel, dream of me!