Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - Through the ivory gate - ноты, текст песни (слова)

I had a dream last night 
Dream of a friend that is dead 
He came with dawn's first light 
And stood beside my bed: 
And as he there did stand, 
With gesture fine and fair, 
He passed a wan white hand 
Over my tumbled hair, 
Saying: "No friendship dieth 
With death of any day, 
No true friendship lieth 
Cold with lifeless clay. 

 "Though our boyhood's playtime, 
Be gone with summer's breath,  
No friendship fades with Maytime 
No friendship dies with death." 
Then answer had I made 
But that the rapture deep 
Did hold me, half afraid 
To mar that rose of sleep 
So with closed eyes I lay, 
Lord of the vision fair; 
And when 'twas perfect day 
Only the day was there. 

 Lyrics: Julian Sturgis - ( 1848 - 1904 ) 
published in 1895