I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
       And that I was a maiden Queen
       Guarded 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 fears
       With 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.