You in Sleep's arms, of whom you are the daughter,
Till in my arms Sleep laid you noiselessly.
Down through the dusk our dreamland barque
drove gleaming,
Under gray sails, through gradual groves of sea,
Till from your eyes I saw the love-light streaming,
And gave the kiss which set your spirit free.
All the fair glories of our first beginnings
We did forsake to gain this quiet place;
Passions we left, and fears, and youthful sinnings;