HERE I LIE DREAMING: RONDEAU
HERE I lie dreaming, and the breath of spring
Fans my hot cheek, while softly whispering
Sweet thoughts of my dear Love and of the day
When at her feet upon the grass I lay
And watched the budding boughs above us fling
A rosy challenge of sweet blossoming
To tempt the birds in the blue air that sing.—
Once more, as then, 'neath blissful Fancy's sway
Here I lie dreaming!
The selfsame songs above my head outring
The selfsame joy wantons through everything
The selfsame birds light on the blooming spray
My heart, in vain, seeks thee the old sweet way,
While to thy love as bird to spray I cling,
Here I lie dreaming!
