FROM groves of spice, br O'er fields of rice, br Athwart the lotus-stream, br I bring for you, br Aglint with dew br A little lovely dream. br br br Sweet, shut your eyes, br The wild fire-fiies br Dance through the fairy neem; br From the poppy-bole br For you I stole br A little lovely dream. br br br Dear eyes, good-night, br In golden light br The stars around you gleam; br On you I press br With soft caress br A little lovely dream.