The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? 
And that I was a maiden Queen 
Guarded by an Angel mild: 
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled! 

And I wept both night and day, 
And he wiped my tears away; 
And I wept both day and night, 
And hid from him my heart’s delight. 

So he took his wings, and fled; 
Then the morn blushed rosy red. 
I dried my tears, and armed my fears 
With ten thousand shields and spears. 

Soon my Angel came again; 
I was armed, he came in vain; 
For the time of youth was fled, 
And grey hairs were on my head.