Page:Landon in The London Literary Gazette 1821.pdf/9

 come to my slumber Sweet dreams of my love, I have hung the charmed wreath My soft pillow above.

The roses are linked In a chain pure and white; And the rose-leaves are wet With the dew drops of night.

The moon was on high As I gather'd each flower; The dew that then falls Has a magical power.

The Spirit of slumber Those roses has blest; And sweet are the visions They'll bring to my rest.

Be their spell on my soul, So they let me but see His dark eyes flash in love And his smile glance on me.

Let sleep bring the image Of him far away; 'Tis worth all the tears I shed for him by day.

I have hung the charmed wreath My soft pillow above; Then come to my slumber, Sweet dreams of my love!