Man of my dreams
Where have you gone?
Are you far off in those woods
Where I met your spirit before dawn,
While in the city my body still slumbered
But my soul through the trees gallantly wandered?
Wolf-spirit guides of my dreams,
When will you lead me back to him,
Back to his tender arms where I belong?
When will you trust that this love is not a whim?
Why, why has our material meeting been encumbered?
This my forlorn heart has implacably pondered.
