Their topsy-turvy world, you say,
Is out of all perspective? Nay,
'Tis we who look at life askew.
Dreams lose their spell; hard facts we prize
In our humdrum philosophy;
But, could we change, who would not be
A suitor for those azure eyes?
Who would not sail with fairy freight
Piloting some flat-bottomed barge—
A size too small, or else too large—