I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
joyous past of hope between.
Misery held but a fiend, but a fiend;
vision of her but a dream, but a dream.
But do I see her now or never;
dream of her now and forever.
Dark despair around benights me;
dreams of her, bestowed upon me.
Ne'er the day nor twilight fall;
one poise adjourned for all-
a dream to come tomorrow's pass,
each heavier than the last.
I dream of her, and then I sever;
I dream of her now and forever.
Wrung ye not of dreams be seen,
joyous past of hope between.
Alas! Misery held but a fiend, but a fiend;
vision of her but a dream, but a dream.
Arose ye not a dream to wander,
a vision of her going yonder.
Dark despair around benights me;
dreams of her, bestowed upon me.
Ev'ry dream it be of her;
dream of her now and forever.