Cendrillon

I AM a dream,A fairy gleamOf rose and amethyst;A creature of the moonlight and the mist,Woven of stars that, meeting, silent kissed.Think of me as a dream!

I am a note of melody that wokeWithin your breast, and to your longing spoke:A lonely strainOf ecstasy and pain;A hope that, glimpsed, must fade;A form, illusion made,That, vanishing, shall come no more again!

Regret me not that IMust like to music die!The virgin rose,In blossoming, hastes to its fragrant close,And whatsoe'er this magic hour I seem,I am enchantment, only, and a dream,—Love always is a dream!