IN dreams my false love comes to me, In dreams, in dreams by night; But her kiss is a yearning agony, Her face is wrung and white. I feel the cold and quivering mouth Cleave as in long past years; But oh, the suffering and the drouth, And the salt strange tears! Come no more, come no more, Often I wake and moan, While the heart of the sea, on the distant shore Breaks in the dark, alone. Why wilt thou tear the deep old wound Open in sleep anew, Oh lips that I have kissed and found So sweet and so untrue? Nay come, love, come in dreams to me, I turn and weep again; Thy far-off world misuseth thee! Thou art in pain, in pain! |