Dreams all too brief
Dreams without grief
Once they are broken, come not again

Across the sky the dark clouds sweep
And all is dark and drear above:
The bare trees toss their arms and weep
Rest on, and do not wake, dear Love

Since glad dreams haunt your slumbers deep
Why should you scatter them in vain?

Happy is he, when Autumn falls
Who feels the dream-kiss of the Spring;
And happy he in prison walls
Who dreams of freedom's rescuing;

But woe to him who vainly calls
Through sleepless nights for ease from pain?