The risen sun, in color bright
Shed on my face his gleaming light.
I heard him say: “The night is o’er;
Arise, my boy, and live no more
This morn in happy dreams.”
“But, king of light, I’ve often seen,
In my dreams, my lovely queen.”
“I know that well,” was his reply,
“So listen well to all that I
Say of your life of dreams.
“What profit all your gain of fame,
Your castles, and your honored name,
Your slaying of the dreadful foe,
Whose death doth free your queen from woe
In lands of happy dreams?
“The world for deeds in dreams cares naught,
No lady’s love with them is bought;
In life alone reward is won
By things that you have really done.
So dream not all your time away,
But rise, seek honest work this day
To win your queen of dreams.”