At night, dreaming, not quite asleep I lay,
with head reclining, she came to me, narcissus-eyes shining for the fray,
I watched and listened with heart fit to break,
to which she came unto me straight,
betwixt and made the cheerless grate.

At last, she sat down by my side,
with her beauty which could not be denied,
with wine-red lips she confessed her love,
Drunk in thought aptly I could not have replied.

With vainer ties, a smile, my pride dissever,
I would give myself to her forever,
Unforsakened I, surprised, debated what to do,
My heart swell but still it grew,
That moment she was mine, and I hers
perfectly purely too.

For my heart grows, for you,
and my memory it lasts
for the last and first found thought of you.