Chorus:
A maid is sleeping in rest profound,
On snowiest pillow reposing;
The nightwind breathes refreshment around,
With coolness the soft couch enclosing.
Under the window roses in bloom
And lindens sweet odors spreading,
Scarce can the moonray enter the room
Through vines the casement shading.
But listen! music faint is heard,
Fireflies their lanterns swinging :
The lindens are rustling, the air is stirr'd
With soft and melodious singing.

Tenor Solo:
Sweet love, sweet love, mow rock thee to sleep,
On slumber waves repose thee.
Dream-King thy faithful love would be,
Dream-King with love enclose thee.

Chorus:
There stands an elf befor her face,
His dark locks with jewels entwining,
And bright upon his brow displays
A diadem soft shining.
Now bends he before the fair maiden's low bed,
Her brow and her lips kisses lightly;
His wand he waves and with dainty tread
An airy throng round him presses.
His wand then he further and further swings,
The room is a palace appearing;
Which 'shrined in halo of glory bright
Dream-King and his love are sharing.
A throne with a canopy rich is there,
A royal estate revealing,
A soft lamp glows in the room afar,
Two pages under it kneeling.
Above in a silvery ring a bird
With glorious plumage is swinging;
He dreamily floats and his voice is heard
A bridal song of the Dream-King.
So rest the Dream-King and maiden fair,
Dream-King rests
with the maiden and gives her caresses
Till sunlight glowing and morning air
The earth with radiance blesses.
Then vanishes Dream-King from sight away,
And the soft spell is departed,
And when she wakes at the dawning of day,
the maiden is left heavily-hearted;
And now as she opens her lovely eyes
With long dark lashes o'ershadowed,
She presses her sad heart, she sobs, she sighs,
Ah! is the bright vision departed?
Has it faded, thus departed?