I saw you in a midnight dream,
a lyre o’er your arm hung,
a note as clear as moonlight
lying hidden on your tongue

Upon your starry instrument
you plucked a secret tune,
singing me the starlit Stag
and praise to Mother Moon

You sang my bones so heavy,
you sang my blood so red,
you sang the chilly Shanthin wind
and leaves into my bed

Dream-bard, sing the Serenwilde,
sing your name times three,
and while I sleep inside of you
you’ll sing a wakeful song in me