Classic Poem

Dream brought you to my bed —
Ah, dream may dare!
Dream laid my hands about your head —
It was a strangeness to find you there,
To find your lips so near. . . .

Will you not give me my bliss,
Will you not stay?
Half-met, half-felt — O lost kiss,
O lips drifting away! —
Almost, almost within my arms you lay!