Syned - Dream-Children lyrics

I see them in my dreams. Their tiny hands Clutch feebly at the air; upon my face Blows their sweet breath; a little voice demands My eager kisses. In that soft embrace A sense of aching, though I know not why, A sense of some forgotten, longed-for joy, A joy that thrills me through, yet makes me sigh, That time could never change, nor d**h destroy; Still in my dreams I clasp them to my breast, Their soft warm presence folded close to mine; And o'er me steals the balm of perfect rest, And through my veins a gladness like to wine. I murmur, shiver--then, as cold as stone, Awake--and oh, dear God! awake alone!