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O lady, in your dim sweet dreams,
Like far-off woods my singing seems,
Like woods, and winds, and far-off streams,
Sea-murmurs mingled with moonbeams.
O lady mine, the cold stars shine;
My heart is heavy; I cannot weep.
For mercy's sake, for love's, awake!
Or else forever I must sleep.
O lady love, in slumber laid,
Listen to my serenade.