A DREAM MAIDEN. My baby is sleeping overhead, And dreamily I have said my prayers, And dreamily closed my eyes, And the youth in my blood moves sweetly As my pulses fall and rise. I lie so peaceful and lonely, A maiden in spirit-land, With the moonbeams in at the window, And hand laid close to hand. B I wander forth in the moonbeams, All free of heart alone, Neither awake nor dreaming, Light of step across the carpet The earth is telling her secrets, All over the beautiful distance And afar, down into the sunrise, The glittering dream-worlds shine ; And by this free heart triumphant |