"The Angel"

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne’er beguiled.

And I wept both night and day,

And he wiped my tears away;

And I wept both day and night,

And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red;

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten-thousand shields and spears.