The night is still
no frog dares raise its voice
no insect hums
no leaf by wind disturbed
no lowing calf or sheep bleat
rends the tranquil air
What portend brings
this night so deep
what dreams may wake
and quicken?
The day at rest
and I at peace
the senses stirring
hushed night's dreaming
My head upon a pillow soft
nestles with eyelids drooping
slips gently by a dream caressed
into an angel's keeping
I roam a landscape often trod
not from this life remembered
in castle tall or by some brook
I move free and unfettered
faces feelings lovers lost
beckon, with smile remembered.
