Oh, come to me in dreams, my love! <br />...I will not ask a dearer bliss; <br />Come with the starry beams, my love, <br />...And press mine eyelids with thy kiss. <br /> <br />'Twas thus, as ancient fables tell, <br />...Love visited a Grecian maid, <br />Till she disturbed the sacred spell, <br />...And woke to find her hopes betrayed. <br /> <br />But gentle sleep shall veil my sight, <br />...And Psyche's lamp shall darkling be, <br />When, in the visions of the night, <br />...Thou dost renew thy vows to me. <br /> <br />Then come to me in dreams, my love, <br />...I will not ask a dearer bliss; <br />Come with the starry beams, my love, <br />...And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.<br /><br />Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-12/
