Dream-Singing

I dreamt that I was singing.
Singing all for thee :
And still the notes went ringing
Far over land and sea.

Went ringing till they found thee,
Though so far away,
And, softly floating round thee,
Made music all the day.

Made music that could cheer thee,
Full of gentle glee ;
Then leaving echoes near thee,
Came back again to me.

Came back with love and blessing
On their spirit-wings,
With musical expressing
Of sweet and holy things.

I dreamt that I was singing,
Come again to me !
And all its fairy ringing
No more a dream shall be.