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Oh! come to my slumber
Sweet dreams of my love,
I have hung the charmed wreath
My soft pillow above.
The roses are linked
In a chain pure and white;
And the rose-leaves are wet
With the dew drops of night.
The moon was on high
As I gather'd each flower;
The dew that then falls
Has a magical power.
The Spirit of slumber
Those roses has blest;
And sweet are the visions
They'll bring to my rest.
Be their spell on my soul,
So they let me but see
His dark eyes flash in love
And his smile glance on me.
Let sleep bring the image
Of him far away;
'Tis worth all the tears
I shed for him by day.
I have hung the charmed wreath
My soft pillow above;
Then come to my slumber,
Sweet dreams of my love!
