-=* Silver Wine *=-

I love a dream, a dancing sprite,

A nymph who haunts my life.

And she who does these lovely steps,

I'd seek to make my wife.

She never gives me reason

To believe our love is real.

But I am always sure my love

can tell just how I feel.

When I'm alone, and all at rest,

She comes to comfort me.

And she's a picture of delight,

That only I can see.

I never know what gift to give

to bind her til she's mine.

For when I ask, she only says,

"Your love, and silver wine."

And so, I'll live for every night

To watch as my love plays.

And offer her, instead of wine,

a chalice full of days.