As I went through the wood, the wood, <br />Through fern and pimpernel, <br />A water fell, a water stood, <br />Twinkling within a dell, <br />And Naiad fancies, gleaming, hung <br />Like bubbles there the moss among. <br /> <br />And as I sat beside the fall <br />And watched a rainbow beam, <br />There rose a dream, a spirit tall, <br />Out of the woodland stream: <br />Bright, prismed bubbles in her hair, <br />She rose and smiled upon me there. <br /> <br />But as I gazed at her and gazed, <br />Dim bubbles grew her eyes; <br />And frail of dyes her body raised, <br />And'vanished in the skies: <br />And with the spirit went my dream <br />A rainbow bubble of the stream.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bubbles-45/
