Longing
Come
to me in my dreams, and then
By
day I shall be well again!
For then 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
king 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
then the night will more than pay
The
hopeless longing of the day.