Dream

You leaned against my breast, my love,

In sympathy divine,

My heart beat close to yours, my love,

Your lips lay soft on mine.

And in that thrilling stillness

A whisper reached my ear...

I love you, I love you,

And the world's well lost...

If I but have you near.

And as I looked into your eyes...

By the firelight's fitful gleam...

One hour of bliss seemed surely mine.

Alas! t'was but a dream.