Sleeping and Waking

I had a dream — I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,

'Rise, oh my love, the morning sun is bright.

Let us arise, oh love, let us arise;

The flowers awake, the lark is in the skies,

I will array myself in my delight,

And we will — J and I woke to death and night