Dreams
Dream on, for dreams are sweet:Do not awaken!Dream on, and at thy feetPomegranates shall be shaken.
Who likeneth the youthOf life to morning?’Tis like the night in truth,Rose-coloured dreams adorning.
The wind is soft above,The shadows umber.(There is a dream called Love.)Take thou the fullest slumber!
In Lethe’s soothing stream,Thy thirst thou slakest.Sleep, sleep; ‘t is sweet to dream.Oh, weep when thou awakest!