He came and sat by my side
Margaret Lucy Wilkins
He came and sat by my side
but I woke not.
What a cursed sleep it was,
O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
he had his harp in his hands,
and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah, why do I ever miss his sight
whose breath touches my sleep?