When the tender hand of Night
 Like a rose-leaf falls
Softly on your starry eyes;
 When the Sleep-God calls,
And the gate of dreams is wide,
 Wide the painted halls,
Dream the dream I send to you
 Through your spirit?s walls! 
Dream a lowly lover came,
 Lady fair to woo;
Dream that I the lover was,
 And the lady?you;
Dream your answer was a kiss,
 Warm as summer dew?
Waking, in the rosy dawn,
 Let the dream be true!