Love's dream

When evening hushed in beauty lies

At the feet of the gathering night,

Bend on me then thy love-deep eyes

Like rays from the starry height,

And as the bosom of the lake

Reflects each treasured beam,

So shall my yearning soul awake

To the angel of my dream.

There is an hour when lover's dreams

Portray a theme so fair,

And in that transient hour it seems

Thou shouldst in truth be there.

For all my soul remembers thee

Not in the sullen day,

But when the stars shine silently

I pine for thee away.