Sadly they howl, the bitter wind blows Hopes are but dreams that melt as winter snows Yet here they loom, as the dread grows Grim, and arrayed in dismal phantom rows; Sleep on dreamer

 

Sweetly they sing upon the night air Running their hands through my golden hair I am a slave to their promises My hopes are ever calling Sleep on dreamer

 

They come as lovers and they come as dreary heralds of woe Should I follow, should I go Sleep on dreamer