And in floated a youth with a beaming look,
Just as if from the moonlight a glimmer.
Gliding up to my couch, came my wonderful guest,
Whispered he, as a smile his lips parted,
“Why from me, with your cheek ’neath the pillow prest,
Like a startled wee fish, have you darted?
“Look up! I’m a god—god of visions and dreams,
Secret friend of the innocent maiden;
And for thee, my own queen, for the first time, I ween,
With a bliss from on high come I laden!”