In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright."
Percy Bysshe Shelley
"LONGING"
by Matthew Arnold
Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
Amd smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.