To My Lady

When the tender hand of Night
   Like a rose-leaf falls
Softly on your starry eyes;
   When the Sleep-God calls,
And the gate of dreams is wide,
   Wide the painted halls,
Dream the dream I send to you
   Through your spirit’s walls!
Dream a lowly lover came,
   Lady fair to woo;
Dream that I the lover was,
   And the lady—you;
Dream your answer was a kiss,
   Warm as summer dew—
Waking, in the rosy dawn,
   Let the dream be true!