When once I, joyous, dreamt mye day with thee,
Inside thy window, slept, as waned our day
Without; by a veranda on the sea
To air and heart, as opened sweet, this night.
As such, it waxeth cool; its peace, and poise,
And stopt in time, so perfect, did it stay
To let, as any young man’s dream enjoys’,
The wind, so gentle wafteth, in its flight;
And moonlight, as she shone in gentle state;
And stars so faint they, light years, gleam away,
Blow quiet, once so borne, and dream create.
And gently, as I sleep and dream, alight
They take–as by thee touched, so faraway,
As wouldst, caressed by mee, thou make delight.