2nd reading

Soft deceit & Idleness These are Beautys sweetest dress

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden queen Guarded by an angel mild. Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night & day, And he wiped my tears away, And I wept both day & night, And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings & fled; Then the morn blush'd rosy red; I dried my tears & arm'd my fears With ten thousand shields & spears.

Soon my angel came again. I was arm'd, he came in vain, [Dut del.] For the time of youth was fled, And grey hairs were on my head.