Oh, once I walked a garden <br />In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. <br />And many orange-trees grew there <br />In sand as white as glass. <br />The curving, wide wall-border <br />Was marble, like the snow. <br />I walked that wall a fairy-prince <br />And, pacing quaint and slow, <br />Beside me were my pages, <br />Two giant, friendly birds. <br />Half swan they were, half peacock. <br />They spake in courtier-words. <br />Their inner wings a charriot, <br />Their outer wings for flight, <br />They lifted me from dreamland. <br />We bade those trees good-night. <br />Swiftly above the stars we rode. <br />I looked below me soon. <br />The white-walled garden I had ruled <br />Was one lone flower--the moon.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-garden-wall/
