Love Within A Dream

O, sweet night's music call's not on my weary eyes' unrest. What fair effect hast in my head been laid. Or I who unsway'd a dream, the love a dream does express. Under what covetous hand hast laid forth deem'd eye's dream that thou hast tempteth all my love's use. What dream hast brought nightly rest to mine eye's. 'Tis that a dream laid by thou, my profound muse. I speak'st from my disposed tongue. In beauty's bosom dost render'd love lay. And what dream hast breath'd sweet rest in my lung. For it is in beauty's name with which the sweet music of love's strength dost play.