Frances Anne Kemble - Lines For Music (III) lyrics

Good night! from music's softest spell Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers, Fairies, with magic harp and shell, Sing o'er to thee thy own sweet numbers. Good night! from hope's intense desire Go to thy dreams: and may to-morrow, Love, with the sun returning, fire These evening mists of doubt and sorrow. Good night! from hours of weary waking I'll to my dreams: still in my sleep To feel the spirit's restless aching, And even with eyelids closed, to weep.