,
Inside my mind, I dream of gleaming pearls,
Caterpillars, snails with swirling whorls.
I dream contented, all enwrapped;
With reverie and dream I’m lapped.
The inner seas will comfort me,
While gods open my eyes to see
Oh, sweeter than confectionery
Is my old school dictionary.
The words whirl round and fall to shape
The sentences which my world make.
This furnishing is rich and strange
And magically self-arranged.
Oh, sweeter than the love of man
Is reading works of poets long-gone.
And feeling deeply their dark tides,
Upon which our boats may glide.
The sea infinite we float upon
Is the same warm sea the ancients swam.
Sweeter still is this spring air
And the blossom spreading fair.
We’ll drown our selves in grassy field
To the gods of poetry yield.
We’ll rise again and spring up tall
To grow in richness till we fall.
How my heart sings 