Green islets floating on an azure bay;
And I in fancy floated with them, too,
Drifting forever down the ether blue.
Half dreaming thus, so quietly I lay
The forest denizens resumed their play;
But furtively, as though they feared to break
The spell that brooded in the air, or wake
Some discord slumbering in the solitude.
A bird sang nigh me, but with voice subdued;
The mossy oaks like kingly graybeards stood,