Somewhere dreams will be true. There is a lonely lake Moonlit for me and you And like none for our sake. There the dark white sail spread To a vague wind unfelt Shall make our sleep‑life led Towards where the waters melt Into the black‑tree'd shore, Where the unknown woods meet The lake's wish to be more, And make the dream complete. There we will hide and fade, Emptly moon‑bound all, Feeling that what we are made Was something musical.
