Dress of Stillness

I am you anxious one, do you not hear me

Rush to claim you with each eager sense?

Now my feelings have found wings

And, circling whitely fly about your countenance

Here my spirit in its dress of stillness

Stands before you, oh, do you not see?

In your glance does not my Maytime prayer

Grow to ripeness as upon a tree?

In your glance does not my Maytime prayer

Grow to ripeness as upon a tree?

Here my spirit in its dress of stillness

Stands before you, oh, do you not see?

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Oh, dreamer, it is I who am your dream

It is I who am your dream

But would you awake, I am your will and master

Of all splendour, and I grow to a sphere

Like stars poised high and still

With time's singular city stretched below

Here my spirit in its dress of stillness

Stands before you, oh, do you not see?

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream

Oh, dreamer, it is I who am your dream

It is I who am your dream