Sleep, dream on, Till the quiet morn,
Dreams bore up; the world is born.
The quiet morn, and sparkling dew,
The world bore up, to dream of you.
So precious, sleep, accept my love,
That ruby that the earth dreamed of,
You, precious, to wake, in morning sigh,
Won't dream to see the world die.
And peaceful, please be satisfied,
Resting on the morn the world died.