I slept beneath a tree one Summer eve,
My couch a bed of blossom-beaded thyme,
My roof the bough which spirit fingers weave,
My slumber-song a brooklet's mellow chime:
I dreamed--and far away thro' space and time,
My liberated spirit joyfully
Forth went--a pioneer well skilled to climb
The cloudy crags and cliffs of mystery.
I dreamed--I speak my dream; and canst thou read it me?