I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields, <br />In converse with sweet women long since dead; <br />And out of blossoms which that meadow yields <br />I wove a garland for your living head. <br />Danai, that was the vessel for a day <br />Of golden Jove, I saw, and at her side, <br />Whom Jove the Bull desired and bore away, <br />Europa stood, and the Swan's featherless bride. <br />All these were mortal women, yet all these <br />Above the ground had had a god for guest; <br />Freely I walked beside them and at ease, <br />Addressing them, by them again addressed, <br />And marvelled nothing, for remembering you, <br />Wherefore I was among them well I knew.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dreamed-i-moved-among-the-elysian-fields/
