I think of debts I fain would pay,
And then, as flies night’s shade from day,
Sleep from my heavy eyelids flies.
And, thus controlled, the winged one bends
E’en his fantastic will to me,
And, strange yet true, both I and he
Are friends—the very best of friends.
We are a happy wedded pair,
And I the lord and he the dame;
Our bed, our board, our dreams the same,