O, let my ship <br />Sail, in my dreams, <br />To Serendip <br />To gather jewels <br />From splashing streams <br />And crystal pools, <br />Where diamonds <br />And emeralds <br />Bedeck the fronds <br />Of ferns and trees <br />And pirate gold <br />Glints, where salt seas <br />Wash silver sand <br />Festooned with pearls. <br />There I shall land <br />Upon the shore <br />Where native girls <br />Collect yet more <br />For me to take, <br />Like rubies red, <br />So, when I wake, <br />As white as milk <br />Upon my bed, <br />Fine sheets of silk <br />Shall seem so rough, <br />Compared to so <br />Much rarer stuff, <br />Which soothed their sleep <br />So long ago <br />In Serendip.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serendip-dreams/
