by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
A dream
Language: English
I laid me down upon a pillow soft, And dream'd I clypt and kissed my mistress oft: She cried, Fie fie, away, you are too bold. I pray'd her be content, though she were cold; My veins did burn with flames of hot desire, And must not leave till she had quench'd my fire. Well, since (said she) I may not from you fly, Do what you please, I give you liberty. With that I wak'd, but found I was deceiv'd; For which I storm'd like one of sense bereav'd.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "A dream" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 10
Word count: 90