Classic Poem

Allnächtlich im Traume seh' ich dich

Beloved, in dreams we often meet,
And lo, your voice is kindly.
I fling myself at your gracious feet,
And weep there, long and blindly.

You shake your fair head, sunbeam-swept,
And oh, that look appealing!
As out of eyes that never wept
The blessed tears come stealing.

You whisper a word for me alone
And give me a wreath, dream-begotten . . .
I wake — and the cypress-wreath is gone,
And the word is quite forgotten!