Oh! it all seemed like a painting let down by the Hand above.
But a thought came rushing to me of a fairy that you know;
For she lived there in the valley and her name it was Echo.
So I laughed and called unto her just as loud as I could call,
But the voice that she threw back to me was not a child’s at all.
No; it was a woman’s voice; I awoke then with a start,
And I found the king beside me that dethroned you in my heart.
Then a tear fell on the pillow, not a briny, bitter tear,
Why? you ask—because the dream was gone that I have copied here.