I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle - Why not I with thine?

O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats lou…

Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?

'Last night I saw you in my dreams/Now I can't wait to go to sleep/And this life is all a dream/So my real life starts when I go to sleep.'

Bend low, O dusky Night, And give my spirit rest, Hold me to your deep breast, And put old cares to flight. Give back the lost delight That once my soul posses…

Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, That she in peace may wake and pity me.