Lay your sleeping head my love
Human on my faithless arms
Time and fevers burn away

beauty from thoughtful child
and the grave


Proves the child ephemeral
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie

Mortal, guilty but to me
The entirely beautiful


So let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show


Eye and knocking hearth may bless
Find our mortal world enough

Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers


Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love


Certainty fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell

And fashionable madmen raise
Their pathetic cry
Every cent of dollar

And all that dreaded cards foretell
Should be paid but from this night
Not a whisper not a thought

Not a kiss nor look be lost

You are mortal