A Dream

I dreampt of you, sweetheart, last night,
'Twas not a dream of bliss;
I saw another in your arms
Receive a loving kiss.

I saw you raise another's head
Aloft to meet your own,
And gaze with rapture on a face
Which in its pleasure shone.

I saw your long, dark lashes sweep
Your crimson mantled cheek;
Your bosom heave with passion deep,
Your lips about to speak.

And O, what torture, love, was mine,
My heart with anguish burned;
And from the scene my tearful eyes
A painful witness turned.

Had heaven no pity? It did seem
I prayed for some relief;
I woke and wondered that a dream
Could wring my heart with grief.

'Tis morn, and I am glad again,
For in your eyes a gleam
Of love and joy dispels the pain
I witnessed in that dream.