I DREAMT that I was singing, Singing all for thee; And still the notes went ringing Far over land and sea. Went ringing till they found thee, Though so far away, And softly floating round thee, Made music all the day. Made music that could cheer thee, Full of gentle glee; Then leaving echoes near thee, Came back again to me. Came back with love and blessing On their spirit-wings, With musical expressing Of sweet and holy things. I dreamt that I was singing. Come again to me! And all its fairy ringing No more a dream shall be! |