The sun has fled the rim of rosy skies,
And velvet shadows cast their mantle deep.
Now let the weariness depart thine eyes,
Like silver swans upon a lake asleep.
Close now thy heavy lids, my spirit’s prize,
No worldly sound shall breach thy silent bed.
I watch whilst thou art where the dreamer lies,
A guardian ghost beside thy resting head.
The moon gleams through the pane with opal light,
To weave a starry path where we shall meet.
Within the secret gardens of the night,
Our souls shall wander in communion sweet.
So may the night be soft, full of repose,
Come find me swiftly on that ether stream.
Forget the earth, its sorrows and its woes,
Good night, my love, and enter now the dream.
Drawing inspiration from the Keatsian fascination with the dream world, this piece transcends a simple farewell. It transforms the act of sleeping into a mystical voyage, promising that even in the deepest slumber, love remains the steadfast anchor.
