Classic Poem

Last night I dreamed a dream of a kiss
And awoke the better for fancied bliss.
I dreamed of a maiden dear to me
Whom alas! but seldom in fact I see;
I had said " good-bye " to the rest I know,
And, waiting alone in a room below,
I found my darling, my love, my queen,
She and I only, no soul between.
And we clasped hands as lovers should do,
And thrills of lovers the palms passed through,
And she leaned forward — I hardly dare
To talk to the paper of gifts so rare;
She leaned forward — again I repeat
She leaned forward — the words are sweet —
And closed my lips with a maiden kiss,
Maiden, the first one, first-fruit of bliss.
O sweet firstling, first in a dream,
Passing sweet to my lips you seem;
I pray that the phantom-kiss may endure,
And seal my lips and burn them pure!
And then we parted; a word I said,
And " Love " was the word, — then the bright dream fled.
Yet as I went I breathed a prayer;
" God be with you, " my maiden fair:
And that pure prayer I desire to repeat;
" The God of the daylight be with you, sweet! "

O Sender of Dreams, that the dream may be
In some way or other true to me!