Lente Currite Noctis Equi

That I should dream of you
As you reside near
In the desolation of our slumber.

Let the slowness of our journey
Be the warm blanket
That I shall wrap around you.

As our mounts rest
We will listen to
The vanities of the night.

The stillness of the dawn
Will soon embrace us in its drowsy caress
And the perfumed paths will cease.