I Dreamt Of The Daughter Of A King, With White Cheeks Tear-Bewetted; We Sat 'Neath The Lime Tree'S Leavy Ring, In Love'S Embraces Netted. "I Would Not Have Thy Father'S Throne, His Crown Or His Golden Sceptre; I Want My Lovely Princess Alone-- From Fate That So Long Hath Kept Her." "That Cannot Be," She Said To Me: "I Lie In The Grave Uncheerly; And Only At Night I Come To Thee, Because I Love Thee So Dearly."