I am a dream, A fairy gleam Of rose and amethyst;
A creature of the moonlight and the mist,
Woven of stars that, meeting, silent kissed. Think of me as a dream!
I am a note of melody that woke
Within your breast, and to your longing spoke: A lonely strain Of ecstasy and pain; A hope that, glimpsed, must fade; A form, illusion made,
That, vanishing, shall come no more again!
Regret me not that I Must like to music die! The virgin rose,
In blossoming, hastes to its fragrant close,
And whatsoe'er this magic hour I seem,
I am enchantment, only, and a dream,— Love always is a dream!