User:Phaedriel/sandbox3

While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own. Then I may cherish at my breast A manly form, beloved and fair, May smile and love it into rest With all a woman's fondest care.

And glances then may meet my eyes That daylight never showed to me; What raptures in my bosom rise, Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest, To know myself beloved at last, To think my heart has found a rest, My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, you have given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?