Lxii

From heaven angels come to earth-- Dreams with their golden visions, And each of them brings men in sleep Delight from happy regions.

Wherever these fair angels stop, Men learn all they had craven; For they know and tell them in dreams Fair tales direct from heaven.

The eyelids suddenly get sealed-- With sweetness of sleep laden: Thine image stands in front of me-- Good night, good night--my maiden!