Come To Me In My Dreams, H. 71

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times
A messenger from radiant climes
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to all the rest as me

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth
Come now, and let me dream it truth
And part my hair, and kiss my brow
And say: My love! why suff'rest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day