Longing

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 longing of the day.

Come, as
thou cam’st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And 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 longing of the day.