Waking Dreams by Charles Godfrey Leland (15th August, 1824 – 20th March, 1903)
That thought is no reality,
Oft waking with a start, we find;
But from reality take thought,
How little then remains behind.
I walk the greenwood all alone,
And thou in spirit by my side;
Ah, then thou art indeed my own,
A something more than earthly bride.
A dead leaf falls, the vision flies
Like morning mist from mountain stream,
Yet take that vision from my life,
And life itself were but a dream!