Always the world has ever been A fairy-land to me. No road was just a common road No tree a common tree. Each road was an enchanted trail To find a crystal sea I ran along with skip and jump At random, fancy-free. About each tree-trunk hung a spell Whose pebbles, bits of glass In hidden nests were images To bring my dreams to pass. I never went a-journeying But that I ended lost, For I sped down the avenue A-flame and fancy-tossed. Ah me! my life has ever been A fragment from a jest Torn from the tangled web of dreams That gossamer my breast. |