The Face I See in Dreams

Strangely sweet, and softly clear, With pure and starry beams, Reposing there, and moving here; The face I see in dreams.

Oh! lovely is that wild, sweet face, Which thus and ever gleams, And smiles, with a seraphic grace, Upon my heart's deep streams.

Oft at pale midnight's holy calm, Beside imagined streams, I recognize the soothing balm, The face I see in dreams.

And, even at noon's wideseeing glare, When earth, with clamor teems, That face appears, as strangely fair, That face I see in dreams.

The sum of universal charms, The sun of beauty-beams, Appear to deck that form of forms, And face I see in dreams.