Comes that dream from fairyland,
Blown about in wondrous ways,
Like a skein of gossamer fanned
By a troop of laughing fays?
Or, upon some elfin brook,
Wing of dragon-fly for sail,
Passing many a wildflower nook
Did it drift so light and frail?
Little dreamer, if I dared,
I would say, “your day-dream tell!”