Of an unfinished Dream

And so I dreamt by the edge sweet
of a brook so blue--
A dream that was incomplete;
and incomplete it came true.

What I saw, I could not tell
t'was lovely, t'was pleasing
And I felt my heart compel
And my heartbeats ceasing

I saw the days untired
And the nights young
Little things I desired;
To pretty branches strung.

That dream, I say, t'was incomplete
and incomplete it came true
Until I woke up to the morning heat;
To the morning heat, and saw you.