My Dream

By Walter M. Lindsay

How sweet were toil, if thou wouldst be
Companion to my lot!
Beneath the heaviest burden then
My soul would murmur not.

Nay, all the labor of the day
Were lightened by the thought,
That each swift moment, to thy side
My steps at evening brought.

The times, unto our converse left,
Were stars within the sky
Of an unclouded Summer night,
Sweet love! if thou wert nigh.

My many cares at evening hours,
When all my toil was done,
Would gently rest, as folded flowers
Await the morning sun!