This Christmas a present would make them glad
Of me unwrapped to make them smile
To have me sit side by side.
Must wander for a while off this dream
To sit by reality and ask of him
A vivid picture if there is
Such a one who dreams of me.
Whatever picture portrayed I beg it be
As lively as rain upon the skin
Wetting the hair, drenching the brow
Thence I know its reality I see.