In the day my thoughts are tender When I muse on my ladye fair. There is never one to offend her, For each is pure as a prayer. They float like spirits above her, About her and always near; And they scarce dare sigh that they love her, Because she would blush to hear. 

When I muse on my ladye fair.

For each is pure as a prayer.

About her and always near;

Because she would blush to hear.

 But in dreams my thoughts grow bolder; And close to my lips of fire, I reach out my arms and enfold her, My ladye, my heart's desire. And she who, in earthly places, Seems cold as the stars above, Unmasks in those fair dream spaces And gives me love for love. 

And close to my lips of fire,

My ladye, my heart's desire.

Seems cold as the stars above,

And gives me love for love.

 Oh day, with your thoughts of duty Cross over the sunset streams, And give me the night of beauty And love in the Land of Dreams. For there in the mystic, shady, Fair isle of the Slumber Sea, I read the heart of my ladye That here she hides from me. 

Cross over the sunset streams,

And love in the Land of Dreams.

Fair isle of the Slumber Sea,

That here she hides from me.

 

 II. 

 Some day, some beauteous day, Joy will come back again. Sorrow must fly away. 

Joy will come back again.

 Hope, on her harp will play The old inspiring strain Some day, some beauteous day. 

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