I love to sit alone, and dream, And dream, and dream; In fancy's boat to softly glide Along some stream Where fairy palaces of gold And crystal bright Stand all along the glistening shore: A wondrous sight. My craft is built of ivory, With silver oars, The sails are spun of golden threads, And priceless stores Of precious gems adorn its prow, And 'round its mast An hundred silken cords are set To hold it fast. My galley-slaves are sprightly elves Who, as they row, And as their shining oars they swing Them to and fro, Keep time to music wafted on The scented air, Made by the mermaids as they comb Their golden hair. And I the while lie idly back, And dream, and dream, And let them row me where they will Adown the stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |