Once Upon a Dream

In the toss and turn of sleep, Where willows bloom, and roses weep-- I saw a vision bathed in white, Dispelling darkness with her light. And in my misty reverie, Where what is not, can always be-- She took my hand, as well my heart, And I did love her from the start. For I beheld through slumber's grace The beauty of her smiling face-- A work of art from gods here lent, A stunning figure, heaven sent. With eyes that caused my soul to burn, And in a fever left to yearn-- Her hair spun on an angel's loom, Exquisite as a lyre's plume. And as I reached to touch her face, I found that there was only space-- Just love forbidden by my sleep, A taste of rapture, not to keep. But still I try to set it right, To tell the story of that night-- Of how a vision let me see, The beauty of eternity. Yet my words are frail, and weak, And fail her, of whom I speak-- For how can one describe the sun, Or portray a dream, when it is done. Yet in my mind she'll always be, The marvel who appeared to me. Now blessed torment I must wear-- Not all to have, but just a share.