O dreams, my dreams,
Where is
your sweetness?
Where are
you,
Joy of
nightly fleetness?
They’re
gone away –
My
fancies, gay,
And now
alone
In
darkness grown
I,
sleepless, stay.
A mute
night hovers
My bed
above
In a
flash lone
Turned
cool and gone
Dreams of
my love,
Like a
tense crowd.
But still
heart beats
The
longings’ sound
And
catches bits
Of dreams
around.
