At Dawn and Dusk

To My Lady

Victor James Daley

WHEN the tender hand of Night
    Like a rose-leaf falls
Softly on your starry eyes;
    When the Sleep-God calls,
And the gate of dreams is wide,
    Wide the painted halls,
Dream the dream I send to you
    Through your spirit’s walls!

Dream a lowly lover came,
    Lady fair to woo;
Dream that I the lover was,
    And the lady—you;
Dream your answer was a kiss,
    Warm as summer dew—
Waking, in the rosy dawn,
    Let the dream be true!

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