Dream-Land (II)

When in my dreams thy lovely face,
  Smiles with unwonted tender grace,
  Grudge not the precious seldom cheer;
  I know full well, my lady dear!
  It is no boon of thine.
  In thy sweet sanctuary of sleep,
  If my sad sprite should kneeling weep,
  Suffer its speechless worship there;
  Thou know'st full well, my lady fair!
  It is no fault of mine.