Longing, by John PerryLonging
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more then pay
The hopeless longing of the day.Come, as thou came a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on the new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!Or, as thou never came in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: 'My love! Why sufferest thou?'
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more then pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
