A dream, a dream, bound by lucidity!
Environs bedighted with beauteous things
Th’ verdant leaves, founts, and springs
Th’ robins embosomed by ebon trees
And sing, they sing! Mid this august dream
So hearken I th’ avarian euphony
And th’ melody of th’ azure seas
Th’ seas, th’ seas that lie abreast th’ sylvan dwelling
As the aureus eye above clothes th’ nature ‘neath
Yon roses vermillion, and meadows green
The golden skies, and the hawthorns’ blossoming
Th’ novel life that sprouts of minute seed, th’ boughs whither pend th’ gossamer berries
All by dint of Apollo’s waxing
And though morn’s hour betokens departure of sleep
Will I enjoy what remains of oneiric state, ere farewell ‘t bids me
O rejoice, rejoice! Doth abound such felicity mid this ethereal dream