DREAM

It was somewhere secluded

        In silence and moon.

        All like a lagoon.

No cares there intruded

        Save the vague wind's swoon.

Landscape intermediate

        Between dreams and land.

        The wind slept, calm‑fanned.

The waters were weedy at

        Where we plunged our hand.

We let the hand wander

        In the water unseen.

        Our eyes were with th' sheen

Of the moonlit meander

        Of the forest scene.

There we lost the spirit

        Of our still being we.

        We were fairy‑free,

Having to inherit

        Nothing from to be.

The fairies there and the elves

        Damasked their moonlit train.

        There we shall awhile gain

All the elusive selves

        We never can obtain.