Till I Wake (No. 4 of 4 Indian Love Lyrics, 1902)

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When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly.
Stoop, as the yellow roses droop
In the wind from the South;
So I may, when I wake, if there be an awakening,
Keep what lulled me to sleep,
The touch of your lips on my mouth.