Poems (Welby)/Sweet be Thy Dreams
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SWEET BE THY DREAMS.
Sweet be thy dreams when balmy sleep
Her soothing influence round thee throws?
What if my faded eyes should weep?
Thine will be folded to repose.
I know thou wilt not dream of me;
Some lovelier one will haunt thy rest;
I care not what those dreams may be,
So they are sweet and thou art blest.
Her soothing influence round thee throws?
What if my faded eyes should weep?
Thine will be folded to repose.
I know thou wilt not dream of me;
Some lovelier one will haunt thy rest;
I care not what those dreams may be,
So they are sweet and thou art blest.
Bright be thy hopes! why should one cloud
Of sorrow dim thy radiant eye?
Go! mingle with the gay and proud
And learn to smile, though I may sigh;
Go! climb the loftiest steep of fame.
And wreathe a laurel round thy brow;
And when thou 'st won a glorious name,
Low at the shrine of beauty bow.
Of sorrow dim thy radiant eye?
Go! mingle with the gay and proud
And learn to smile, though I may sigh;
Go! climb the loftiest steep of fame.
And wreathe a laurel round thy brow;
And when thou 'st won a glorious name,
Low at the shrine of beauty bow.
Light be thy heart! why should'st thou keep
Sadness within its secret cells?
Let not thine eye one tear-drop weep,
Unless that tear of rapture tells;
Go! shed on all thy brightest beams;
I would, but must not, bid thee stay;
Sweet vision of my sweetest dreams!
In dream-like beauty pass away.
Sadness within its secret cells?
Let not thine eye one tear-drop weep,
Unless that tear of rapture tells;
Go! shed on all thy brightest beams;
I would, but must not, bid thee stay;
Sweet vision of my sweetest dreams!
In dream-like beauty pass away.