Release by William Marsland. (in the archaic style)

[billy]

Weeping, weeping; as awoke from slumber
knew I, your form, and felt it with the dawn
silhouetted dreams, I could not cumber
lay crowd to onslaught; visions beauty borne

vague and wondrous; conceptuality
danced and dallied, carried upon a stream
woven by Morpheus; you were comely
as I beheld your beauty in that dream

oh so sensuous, how you flowed in grace
I knew you as an ardent nymph, you gave
yourself and led my soul to sacred place
such passion made you mine alone till grave

know you my love, delivered me from hell
though loud I wept upon the morning's bell

Note; Lines 5 and 7 are slant