Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly – or the stars – however it was
That dream was as that night wind – let it pass.
I have been happy – thou but in a dream.
I have been happy – and I love the theme –
Dreama! In their vivid colouring of life –
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love – and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.