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What Fairy fann’d my dreams

while I slept in the sun?

As if a flowering tree

were standing over me:

Its young stem strong and lithe

went branching overhead

And willowy sprays around

fell tasseling to the ground

All with wild blossom gay

as is the cherry in May

When her fresh flaunt of leaf

gives crowns of golden green.

The sunlight was enmesh’d

in the shifting splendour

And I saw through on high

to soft lakes of blue sky:

Ne’er was mortal slumber

so lapt in luxury.

Rather—Endymion—

would I sleep in the sun

Neath the trees divinely

with day’s azure above

When my love of Beauty

is met by beauty’s love.

So I slept enchanted

under my loving tree

Till from his late resting

the sweet songster of night

Rousing awaken’d me:

Then! this—the birdis note—

Was the voice of thy throat

which thou gav’st me to kiss.