When the tender hand of Night Like a rose-leaf falls
Softly on your starry eyes;
And the gate of dreams is wide, Wide the painted halls,
Dream the dream I send to you Through your spirit’s walls!
Dream a lowly lover came, Lady fair to woo;
Dream that I the lover was, And the lady you;
Dream your answer was a kiss,
Warm as summer dew Waking, in the rosy dawn,
Let the dream be true!

Victor James Daley