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A strange little Dream

On a long star-beam

Ran down from the midnight skies,

To curly-hair'd Fred

Asleep in his bed,

With the lids on his merry blue eyes.

Under each lid

The thin Dream slid,

And spread to a picture inside,

A new World there,

Most strange and rare,

Tho' just by our garden-side.

Rivers and Rocks,

And a Treasure-Box,

And Floating in Air without wings,

And the Speaking Beast,

And a Royal Feast,

My chair beside the King's;

A Land of Flowers,

And of lofty Towers

Carved over in marble white

With living Shapes

Of Panthers and Apes

That gambol in ceaseless flight;

And a Cellar small

With its Cave in the Wall

Stretching many a mile underground!

And the Rope from the Moon! —

Fred woke too soon,

For its end could never be found.