Dews cold day.

I walketh through that dream of yours, and wondered when you'd wake.

For peaceful was that dream of yours that I could not forsake

Many were therefore roses, moist flowers and dews cold day

Pretty as a picture truly
Or any dream could
ever say

So I stayed long and waiting, waiting till you knew of thee

And as your eyes lay waking, kissed me perfectly

And so the light had cometh forth , and morning stood with breath

Alive again, such living
And kept away, was death.