A Song

My love has gone long since,

She sleeps, and yet I stay;

To think of her is my

Good night till break of day.

So, inmy room, alone,

I still awake am keeping;

Thinking of my white heaven,

And all its angels sleeping.

Sleep shall not hold me yet,

Her power I’ll not obey;

I fear she has strange dreams

To take my love away.

So, in my room, alone,

I still awake am keeping;

Thinking of my white heaven,

And all its angels sleeping.