If I Could Dream

There is nothing in this world I could dream up in a dish. Counting all the constellations To make my final wish. Passing by the cobbled ways, The woody gates were still. I’ll melt the world into a glass For us to drink our fill! The clay beside the window-lamp, Was melted like the snow. Where the street’s burning light Made it like summer glow! How fair to dance, my lady please, Do press upon my hand! The cobbled way beneath our feet, The never-ending land! We’ll drink our fill, and in the morn Our pleasures might retire. But please my dear do not forget The love that we inspire!