DEAR LITTLE MAID OF DREAM

By Robert Winkworth Norwood

Dear little Maid of Dream,

My heart, dear Heart, is breaking;

Things are not what they seem,

And sorrow comes with waking!

I yearn to hold you fast,

My Dream, but then comes waking;

The silver moment past,

And then — the sad leave-taking!

Dear little Maid of Dream,

My heart, dear Heart, is breaking!