In the raw wind of a new world
Awakens the trumpet of a prophecy
Fled is that music – do I wake or sleep ?
Was it a vision , or a waking dream ?
Beautiful dreamer ! Wake unto me
For I on honey dew have fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise
Dear Lady ! Friend devoutest of my choice !
Thus may thou ever , evermore rejoice !
And still she slept an azure- lidded sleep
( ASA )