The Dream of a Death

It felt so real, that dreadful dream
I still hear my sorrow's scream
I still shiver at the thought
Of a death that happened not

She is not dead
It was a lie
She is not dead
I should not cry
She is not dead
She did not die

A nightmare never did me harm
No dream has ever caused alarm
But when I thought that she was dead
A crown of thorns adorned my head

She is not dead
It was not real
She is not dead
I should not feel
She is not dead
She lives on still

A friend then offered sweet embrace
And in her arms, I hid my face
For hours, it seemed, I sat and cried
I could not bear that she had died

She is not dead
It is not so
She is not dead
I should not woe
She is not dead
She did not go

Might this have been some kind of sign?
Could she be running short of time?
Why this vision did I see?
Why must nighttime torment me?

Little one, you are not dead
It was not true; you did not fall
Little one, you are not dead
You are not so ephemeral
Little one, you are not dead
The stars still laugh, and you thus call