The Angel

I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean!
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my heart's delight

So he took his wings and fled;
Then the morn blush'd rosy red;
I dried my tears, & arm'd my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears

Soon the Angel came again:
I was arm'd, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head