To One Who Sleeps

Fare not too far, my own, Down ways all strange and new, For I must find alone, The road that leads to you.

Enchantments may arise To lure thy little feet, And charm thy wondering eyes;-- Yet;--wait for me, my sweet!

Already Earth doth seem A phantom place to me, And thy far home of dream, Is my reality.

So this is just "good night";-- Some stars will rise and wane, But sure as comes the light, I'll be with thee again!--