Original Size — The Meeting
Once I lay beside a fountain,
Lulled me with its gentle song,
And my thoughts o’er dale and mountain
With the clouds were borne along.
There I saw old castles flinging
Shadowy gleams on moveless seas,
Saw gigantic forests swinging
To and fro without a breeze;
And in dusky alleys straying,
Many a giant shape of power,
Troops of nymphs in sunshine playing,
Singing, dancing, hour on hour.
I, too, trod these plains Elysian,
Heard their ringing tones of mirth,
But a brighter, fairer vision
Called me back again to earth.
From the forest shade advancing,
See, where comes a lovely May;
The dew, like gems, before her glancing,
As she brushes it away!
Straight I rose, and ran to meet her,
Seized her hand—the heavenly blue
Of her eyes smiled brighter, sweeter,
As she asked me—“Who are you?”
To that question came another—
What its aim I still must doubt—
And she asked me, “How’s your mother?
Does she know that you are out?”
“No! my mother does not know it,
Beauteous, heaven-descended muse!”
“Then be off, my handsome poet,
And say I sent you with the news!”