Music: Decker Hertrich
Lyrics: Hertrich Well, my king, in silence sad
trip we after what we read
I look to like,
swifter than the wandering moon
We the globe can compass soon I gather thorns,
if looking liking prays
seek nights to happy days On life's vast ocean do we sail
I pity myself, cause passion is the gale
I know my grievance or be much denied You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I
Mistempered sorrow, fear me not !
Tears augmenting the fresh morning
which made me terrible and dear
And since You wove dreams of joy and fear
when light rode high and dew was goneBut I arose and saw the dawn.
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