The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?And that I was a maiden QueenGuarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,And he wiped my tears away;And I wept both day and night,And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;Then the morn blushed rosy red.I dried my tears, and armed my fearsWith ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;I was armed, he came in vain;For the time of youth was fled,And grey hairs were on my head.