I saw my love in dreams last night
Pass up the sleeping, moon-lit lands,
The love-beams in her dear eyes bright,
A rosebud in her rose-leaf hands.
And round me, as I nearer stepped,
I felt her soft arms steal and fold,
While close against my heart she crept,
Just as of old!

The grey dawn broke, my love was gone,
The golden dream was past and fled;
I got me to the church-yard lone,
Wherein my love lay cold and dead;
I found a head-stone, gray with years,
I bowed me to the morn-mists cold,
I wept, and knew she saw my tears,
Just as of old!

But even while I live alone.
This comfort comes to soothe my care;
We two may meet when all is done,
Far off in Heaven's garden fair,
And by the light above, beyond,
Chastened, each other’s face behold,
Stainless, more pure, but true and fond,
Just as of old!