Act V
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-
Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think-
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor.
Ah me! How sweet it is to love itself possessed
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!