Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
       &nbspDo not awaken!
Dream on, and at thy feet
       &nbspPomegranates shall be shaken.

Who likeneth the youth
       &nbspOf life to morning?
'Tis like the night in truth,
       &nbspRose-coloured dreams adorning.

The wind is soft above,
       &nbspThe shadows umber.
(There is a dream called Love.)
       &nbspTake thou the fullest slumber!

In Lethe's soothing stream,
       &nbspThy thirst thou slakest.
Sleep, sleep; 't is sweet to dream.
       &nbspOh, weep when thou awakest!