If
If life were but a dream, my Love,And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,And night had not a rhyme, --A barren, barren world were thisWithout one saving gleam;I'd only ask that with a kissYou'd wake me from the dream.
If dreaming were the sum of days,And loving were the bane;If battling for a wreath of baysCould soothe a heart in pain, --I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,All other aims aboveI'd choose the human's higher right,To suffer and to love!
If life were but a dream, my Love,And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,And night had not a rhyme, --A barren, barren world were thisWithout one saving gleam;I'd only ask that with a kissYou'd wake me from the dream.
If dreaming were the sum of days,And loving were the bane;If battling for a wreath of baysCould soothe a heart in pain, --I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,All other aims aboveI'd choose the human's higher right,To suffer and to love!
