Kaleidoscopic images invade my sleep -
My raven-haired mistress of the endless night ! -
'Til the myriad colours blend into one.
For hundred nights and half a hundred more
The flute of Hamlin calls silently in my head.
Awake or asleep - can the two be the same ?
A rose in bloom - the prettiest one in the bed;
Gleaming gem-like eyes in which a man can soar;
Innocent lips - for a kiss, miles would I run;
Hair by angelic fingers suffused with light...
The heavenly-like glow, in my heart, will I keep.
