Dream-Land (Ii) by Frances Anne Kemble
When in my dreams thy lovely face,
Smiles with unwonted tender grace,
Grudge not the precious seldom cheer,
I know full well, my lady dear!
It is no boon of thine.
In thy sweet sanctuary of sleep,
If my sad sprite should kneeling weep,
Suffer its speechless worship there,
Thou know’st full well, my lady fair!
It is no fault of mine.