When in my dreams thy lovely face, <br />Smiles with unwonted tender grace, <br />Grudge not the precious seldom cheer; <br />I know full well, my lady dear! <br />It is no boon of thine. <br />In thy sweet sanctuary of sleep, <br />If my sad sprite should kneeling weep, <br />Suffer its speechless worship there; <br />Thou know'st full well, my lady fair! <br />It is no fault of mine.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-land-ii/
