A Mid-Day Dreamer

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A Mid-Day Dreamer

I love to sit alone, and dream,

And dream, and dream;

In fancy’s boat to softly glide

Along some stream

Where fairy palaces of gold

And crystal bright

Stand all along the glistening shore:

A wondrous sight.

My craft is built of ivory,

With silver oars,

The sails are spun of golden threads,

And priceless stores

Of precious gems adorn its prow,

And ’round its mast

An hundred silken cords are set

To hold it fast.

My galley-slaves are sprightly elves

Who, as they row,

And as their shining oars they swing

Them to and fro,

Keep time to music wafted on

The scented air,

Made by the mermaids as they comb

Their golden hair.

And I the while lie idly back,

And dream, and dream,

And let them row me where they will

Adown the stream.