In my deep slumber I met a girl,
A young damsel named Mary Anne,
A phantom face that is so bare,
With many ornaments she had none;
A countenance that's fair and free,
Gleamed through my golden memory.

Her body flutters the zephyr blown
And Anne dances sprightly in the mist,
Upon my head that's once forlorn
She filled it up with a perennial bliss;
My failing heart in love's malady
Is now beating fast with glee.

Suddenly Anne took my hands so wan
"Come with me" she said with diffidence,
"Yes I'll go with you" I answered Anne
While looking at her eyes with deference;
And then we started the journey straightway
We've come through different valleys and bays.

We took a stop over a cozy hill,
And we glide in the air while looking down a stream,
We gazed at each other with thrill
And we share each other's hopes and dreams;
And then we took a beeline for home
Where I've first seen the Mary Anne I've known.

Mary Anne is ideal in all aspect
She has the qualities I've long prospect,
With reason's firm and moderate will
Discipline, endurance, industry, honesty and skill;
A fair noble lady with angelic deed
Accessories and ornaments she not need.

Anne said to me " the inevitable hour has come"
The moon beams are gone and the sun is up,
I have to leave you now and see you soon
Again, I shall see you till the rising of the moon;
And my fairy just disappeared in a wink
Consequently, my startled eyes have blinked.

I arose from my bed and went through the lea
To think over the memories of my Mary and me,
I want the sun from the east to be at once at west
'Cause a day without Anne is all but a mess;
If only I could turn the world around,
I shall gladly do it to see my Mary Anne.

At last the long, lonesome day turned to eve
And the high tide from the sea has ebbed,
The moon from the blue sky has shined
But my charming Mary Anne did'nt come;
All I have now are memories of her in my mind
But I hope, her qualities in mortals I shall find.