Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming
  Slowly I take my way.
Life is the night with its dream-visions teeming,
  Death is the waking at day.

Down thro' the dales and the bowers of loving,
  Singing, I roam afar.
Daytime or night-time, I constantly roving,—
  Dearest one, thou art my star.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.