Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
Do not awaken!
Dream on, and at your feet
Pomegranates shall be shaken.

Who liked the youth
Of life to morning?
It is like the night in truth,
Rose-colored dreams adorning.

The wind is soft above,
The shadows umber.
-There is a dream called Love.-
Take with you the fullest slumber!

In Lethe’s soothing stream,
Your thirst, you slake.
Sleep, sleep; it is sweet to dream.
Oh, weep when you awake!