Darkseed - Winter noon

Well, my king, in silence sad trip we after what we read We the globe can compass soon swifter than the wandering moon I look to like, if looking liking prays I gather thorns, seek nights to happy days On life's vast ocean do we sail I pity myself, cause passion is the gale Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew I know my grievance or be much denied Mistempered sorrow, fear me not ! You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I And since You wove dreams of joy and fear which made me terrible and dear But I arose and saw the dawn when light rode high and dew was gone