Ah love let us be trueTo one another for the world which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreamsSo various so beautiful so newHath really neither joy nor love nor lightNor certitude nor peace nor help for painAnd we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flightWhere ignorant armies clash by night.

Come to me in my dreams and thenBy day I shall be well again.For then the night will more than payThe hopeless longing of the day.