I WISH I had a dream that would go out to service;
All my dreams sit forever at ease in my heart;
They speak without ceasing of you,
But never a one stirs herself
To make you a fire, my darling,
For all you are cold;
To spread you a bed, my darling,
For all you would sleep;
To dip you a crust in a little sour wine,
For all that you hang, my darling,
On the cross of our darkened day.