Light not one taper yet; The tiniest gleam Would break the reverie he keeps With his long dream. Dreams are above him, Dreams in the midnight air Weave sweet enchantments That he cannot hear. Yet, see, he stirs -- Or does the moonlight creep With ghostly fingers To disturb his sleep? Nay, but go quietly Through the half open door. He is a dreamer Who will wake no more.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
Researcher for this text: John Adamson
This text was added to the website: 2008-05-31
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Word count: 68