Classic Poem

I.

On beds of roses let me lie,
Where fairies near
May o'er me breathe some spell or sigh,
To make me, as in sleep I lie,
Dream of my dear.

II.

For wheresoe'er my dear may rest,
Where'er she be,
One thought dwells ever in her breast;
And, ere she sinks, by sleep opprest,
She thinks on me.

III.

Then since thy waking thoughts are mine,
My only dear!
Dreams, in exchange, thou'lt not decline,
For mine are worth each thought of thine, —
For they're of thee, my dear.