Speak, o muse of mine,
touch the time before the dawn.
Whisper words of thine,
that bid me carry on.
When slumber clouds the eye
and sleep lies deep upon the world,
Fear not to come to me, I cry,
inspire with passions seldom told.
Touch thou my dreams with gentleness,
caress and mold my willing mind.
My deepest thoughts will I confess,
My soul in friendship thou wilt find.
touch the time before the dawn.
Whisper words of thine,
that bid me carry on.
When slumber clouds the eye
and sleep lies deep upon the world,
Fear not to come to me, I cry,
inspire with passions seldom told.
Touch thou my dreams with gentleness,
caress and mold my willing mind.
My deepest thoughts will I confess,
My soul in friendship thou wilt find.