Dream

The love I hold is but a dream;
The girl I kiss is but a hope,
And I am like a fickle cloud,
That’s far to hapless for her scope.

And like the cloud my dreams all fall,
In grieving droplets casting down;
For when my love begins to thaw,
I see it's clothed in laughing gown.

Perhaps I’ll find some lovely wed,
Perhaps I’ll live my life alone,
But if alone then in my head;
Preferring dreams to grieving groan.

And the love I hope is but a sight,
The girl I kiss is but a thought;
That haunts me lonely day and night,
The dream my soul has long besought.