Music: Decker/Hertrich

Lyrics: Hertrich



Well, my king, in silence sad

trip we after what we read

We the globe can compass soon

swifter than the wandering moon



I look to like,

if looking liking prays

I gather thorns,

seek nights to happy days



On life's vast ocean do we sail

I pity myself, cause passion is the gale



Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew

I know my grievance or be much denied

Mistempered sorrow, fear me not !

You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I



And since You wove dreams of joy and fear

which made me terrible and dear

But I arose and saw the dawn

when light rode high and dew was gone