My Lady is my dream-girl, My dream-girl, my dream-girl, A phantasy of mind awhirl, A bubble on love-streams that purl O'er beds where gold doth gleam; I see her in the Morn's blush, The Morn's blush, the Morn's blush, I hear her in the migrant thrush, In rippling brooks 'neath woodland brush, My Lady's but a dream. My Lady lives in Dream Land, In Dream Land, in Dream Land, With elfs and sprites on golden strand, Herself a queen of phantom band Who rules o'er all, supreme; I would I were an elf-man, An elf-man, an elf-man, A member of my Lady's clan, Her king in realms elysian; My Lady's but a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |