When the tender hand of Night <br /> Like a rose-leaf falls <br />Softly on your starry eyes; <br /> When the Sleep-God calls, <br />And the gate of dreams is wide, <br /> Wide the painted halls, <br />Dream the dream I send to you <br /> Through your spirit’s walls! <br />Dream a lowly lover came, <br /> Lady fair to woo; <br />Dream that I the lover was, <br /> And the lady—you; <br />Dream your answer was a kiss, <br /> Warm as summer dew— <br />Waking, in the rosy dawn, <br /> Let the dream be true!<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-lady-2/
