I Dreamed We Both Were In A Bed Of Roses, Almost Smothered: The Warmth And Sweetness Had Me There Made Lovingly Familiar, But That I Heard Thy Sweet Breath Say, Faults Done By Night Will Blush By Day. I Kissed Thee, Panting, And, I Call Night To The Record! That Was All. But, Ah! If Empty Dreams So Please, Love Give Me More Such Nights As These.