Dream-Land (I)

All the night long you come to me in dreams,
  My lady dear! Ah, wherefore do you so?
  Surely it is because you do not know
  What tender mercy from your sweet face streams
  When thus you visit me, and for awhile
  Lift off the load of my great misery
  With the compassionate blessing of your smile:
  Then I awake for joy, and bitterly
  Weep that I did awake; meantime, perchance,
  My image, all unconscious, through the trance,
  Of your deep slumber has had leave to glide
  A senseless phantom, even to your side.
  Oh, tell me, by these burning tears I weep,
  Whom do you see, my lady, while you sleep?