Dreams within mine eyes remain,
And beneath its crystal dome
Lights my soul it somewhile home,
Taps upon the azure pane.
Houses of the listless soul!
Up the panes the lilies creep;
Reeds unfold in waters deep,
Longings nought shall e'er make whole
Closing eyes it all but seems
Past oblivion I could hold
All the rosy flowers of old
Of my half-remembered dreams.
Their leaves are dead and scattered far.
Shall I not see them verdant soon
When with her azure hands the moon
In silence sets the gates ajar?